Poems by the people: one hundred and thirty pieces entered in competition for 12 prizes offered by the publishers of 'The People's journal'. (Google eBook)

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Page 46 - What fearful phantasies fill the brain ; For the past with its visions of sorrow and pain Still haunts me by night and by day. What is life, when our pleasures so quickly wane — When all that we toil for, and hope for, is vain...
Page 46 - I look on my lifetime of fourscore years, And alas ! what a picture of gloom it appears, Scarce touched by a golden ray. What fearful phantasies fill...
Page 86 - Yei, make our duty our delight By day and night. Dear ones that wont to bend the knee Have gone to Thee, And left to us an empty chair, And grief to bear. Friends come and go, they must depart, But still...
Page 46 - To a shadowless spirit like thine !" As from forest and field, through the shining hours, He heaped up his treasures of eggs and flowers, And fairy-stones rare and fine — At times, from copse...
Page 4 - And fondly we'll pledge the dear friends o' th' past, Tho' mountains and billows between us are cast ; Their mem'ry, their worth, we'll aye cherish the same, And they'll ever be dear to our ain fouk at hame. To the land o' our birth let us drink with a will — The land o...
Page 46 - Ohl the woodlands are filled with wonderful things, There the woodpecker taps, and the storm-throstle sings, And the squirrels are ever at play ; There the startled water-hen claps her wings, And the dragon-fly airy summersaults flings ; And the trout breaks the pool into sparkling rings, And the bulrush waves in the tangled springs Where the white lily floats all day.
Page 3 - Wi' a cauld eerie sough an' a sowf o' his ain. !Nae birdie sings now 'mang the broom on the brae, Where robin sits chirpin', the semblance o' wae. Blythe summer has gane, wi' the saft mellow hum That rose frae the loaning when gloamin...
Page 4 - mang our ain fouk at hame. That hame is our kingdom, while virtue's the crown, tyrant may shatter or shake with a frown ; •Fair freedom's our birthright — our fathers were free — .' Let us gather the fruit where they planted the tree, Sae come, my auld cronies, sae trusty and true, Twill sweeten ilk pleasure to share it wi...
Page 46 - Ou ! the world is a happy and beautiful world !" Said a child that I met by the way, " For hark ! how the wild winds rush through the pines ; And see how the sunlight dances and shines Where the rippling waters stray.
Page 179 - It's very hard, you must admit, That at the needle I must sit And stitch away from day to day, And not a beau will come my way. The reason I can not divine Why I am left to sit and pine ; While every other girl I know Goes sporting every night her beau. It's not my fault, that I am sure ; I'm not bad tempered, sad, nor dour ; But always cheerful and well pleased, Though I am sometimes sadly teased.

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