Why me, a British soldier, as has lost a useful arm Through fighting of the foe, when the trumpets ...
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If then these songs of mine might hope to last, Which sing most sweetly when they sing of you, Tho...
And says it is a last farewell. A BIRTHDAY GIFT No gift I bring but worship, and the love Which a...
In thy step thy right is seen, In thy beauty pure and high, In thy grace of air and mien. Thine u...
What is it but a strong-built bower? Ours are the warders, ours the key. But we through indolence ...
To keep her tents until the morrow, Nor send such dreams to make me weep. Before the lusty day was...
In the moon as I turned it, And then it was gone. One bright stray jewel - What made it stray? W...
The sea grows purple in the evening hours. DAWN SONG I hear a twittering of birds, And now they b...
My weary open eye, No marvellous romances Make night go swiftly by; But only feverish fancies Be...
of Principal Caird: `Voice, gesture, language, thought--all in the highest degree,--combined to mak...
nothing for it but `putting a stout heart to a stey brae,' as the Scotch proverb says. Editors want...
To know that but for thee not one Had run the race or sought the quest, To know that thou hast eve...
and in the debating societies that we met our fellow-students; like the celebrated starling, `we co...
In the following sketch of Murray's life and work use is made of his letters, chiefly of letters to...
R. F. Murray: His Poems with a Memoir by Andrew Lang by R. F. Murray/Andrew Lang R. F. MURRAY--186...