‘Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,All soft and still and fair;The solemn hour of midnightBreathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are sendingTheir breezy boughs on high,Or stooping low are lendingA…
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On a sunny brae alone I layOne summer afternoon;It was the marriage-time of May,With her young lover, June. From her mother’s heart seemed loath to partThat queen of bridal charms,But…
“O day! he cannot dieWhen thou so fair art shining!O Sun, in such a glorious sky,So tranquilly declining; He cannot leave thee now,While fresh west winds are blowing,And all around…
A little while, a little while,The weary task is put away,And I can sing and I can smile,Alike, while I have holiday. Why wilt thou go, my harassed heart,What thought,…
The night is darkening round me,The wild winds coldly blow;But a tyrant spell has bound meAnd I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bendingTheir bare boughs weighed with snow,And…
Love is like the wild rose-briar;Friendship like the holly-tree.The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,Its summer blossoms…
Loud without the wind was roaringThrough th’autumnal sky;Drenching wet, the cold rain pouring,Spoke of winter nigh.All too like that dreary eve,Did my exiled spirit grieve.Grieved at first, but grieved not…
Love is like the wild rose-briar;Friendship like the holly-tree.The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,Its summer blossoms…
I see around me tombstones greyStretching their shadows far away.Beneath the turf my footsteps treadLie low and lone the silent dead –Beneath the turf – beneath the mould –Forever dark,…