The Evening Rain, by Mrs. O. M. Livingston
Plaintively echoes the evening rain,
Dropping...
Plaintively echoes the evening rain,
Dropping...
Flow on, flow on, thou classic stream,
In q...
The night is melting into day,
The crowing bi...
Sweet latest herald of the spring,
Fresh from...
I The orchard stretches from the door,
To ri...
Soft wind of summer's eve,
Fresh from blue fi...
In deep green woods there lies a fairy glade
S...
I
WAKE! For the Sun, who scatter'd into ...
Is this a painting? Are those pictured clouds
...
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When ...
I. THE PROMISE Still lingers in the furrow, r...
I A SOWER went forth to sow,
His eyes were d...
Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,
How can ye ...
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
I dearly lik...
O! The happy days o' youth are fast gaun by,
...
God is good to let us keep in mind the pictures...
When the gold is on the willow, and the purple...
I Oh, whither art thou hast'ning in thy wild ...
Suggested by a notice of Sir Douglas Forsyth's ...
Singer of priceless melody,
Underguerdoned ch...
When I am a sea-flower
Under the cool green ti...
A silent, odor-laden air,
From heavy branche...
Flutter thy new wings lightly,
Poor, fearful...
Loves serene, uncarnate Graces!
Born of pure ...
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and neve...