Podrobnosti o knize
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X To N. V. DE G. S.
The unfathomable sea
XI To Will. H. Low
Youth now flees
XII To Mrs. Will. H. Low
Even in the bluest noonday of
July.
XIII To H. F. BROWN
I sit and wait
XIV To ANDREW LANG
Dear Andrew
XV ET TU IN ARCADIA VIXISTI
In ancient tales, O friend
XVI To W. E. HENLEY
The Year runs through her
phases.
XVII HENRY JAMES
Who comes to-night
XVIII THE MIRROR SPEAKS
Where the bells
XIX KATHARINE
We see you as we see a face
XX To F. J. S.
I read, dear friend
XXI REQUIEM
Under the wide and starry sky
XXII The CELESTIAL SURGEON
If I have faltered .
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XXIII OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS
Out of the sun
XXIV Not yet, my soul
XXV It is not yours, O mother, to
complain
XXVI THE SICK CHILD
O mother, lay your hand on
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my brow
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XXVII IN MEMORIAM F. A. S.
Yet, Ostricken heart
XXVIII To My FATHER
Peace and her huge inva-
sion
XXIX IN THE STATES
With half a heart .
XXX A PORTRAIT
I am a kind of farthing dip
XXXI Sing clearlier, Muse
XXXII A CAMP
The bed was made
XXXIII THE COUNTRY OF THE Cami-
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SARDS
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We travelled in the print of
olden wars
XXXIV SKERRYVORE
For love of lovely words,
XXXV SKERRYVORE: THE PARALLEL
Here all is sunny
XXXVI My house, I say
XXXVII My body which my dungeon is
XXXVIII Say not of me that weakly I
declined
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BOOK II In Scots
I THE MAKER TO POSTERITY
Far 'yont amang the years
to be
II. Ille TERRARUM
Frae nirly, nippin', Eas’-
lan' breeze
III When aince Aprile has fairly
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IV A Mile AN'A BITTOCK
V A LOWDEN SABBATH MORN
The clinkum-clank o' Sab-
bath bells
VI THE SPAEWIFE
O, I wad like to ken
VII THE BLAST 1875
It's rainin'. Weet's the
gairden sod.
VIII THE COUNTERBLAST
1886
My bonny man, the warld,
it's true
IX THE COUNTERBLAST IRONICAL
It's strange that God should
fash to frame .
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III
X THEIR LAUREATE TO AN ACAD-
EMY Class DINNER CLUB
Dear Thamson class, whaure'er
I gang
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XI EMBRO Hie Kirk
The Lord Himsel in former days
XII THE SCOTSMAN'S RETURN
ABROAD
In mony a foreign pairt I've been
XIII Late in the nicht
XIV MY CONSCIENCE!
Of a'the ills that flesh can fear .
XV To Doctor John BROWN
By Lyne and Tyne, by Thames
and Tees
XVI. It's an overcome sooth for age
an' youth.
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