Late Spring, by Robert Leighton
Spring is with us by the sun,
Yet it has not ...
Spring is with us by the sun,
Yet it has not ...
Old meandering country road, to thy track I tu...
Beyond the farthest bourne of Dan
O'er lands w...
They are calling "knee deep! Knee deep!" tonigh...
Thro' the garden at morn, in cool emerald gloo...
God is good to let us keep in mind the pictures...
When the gold is on the willow, and the purple...
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The...
How fair the scene! The sunny smiles of day
Fl...
Dost mind the summer day when first we met
Upo...
Six little feet to cover,
Six little hands to...
"Do you believe in Santa Claus?"
To his little...
Christmas-Eve! And all unruffled
Dumb white sp...
Queen of beauty, through all ages,
Queen of ...
When the beautiful elder-flowers are drifting t...
By frozen rills
Among the hills
Was smiling A...
Fiery fetters fiercely bound me,
Globes of go...
On a night long ago,
When the midsummer's glo...
Young Love went sailing without fear
Upon a lo...
The night has come, when I may sleep,
To dre...
A rose I cull for thee, one royal flower
Bloo...
Pictures of sunset, yester eve,
The still la...
I watched the sun with lurid splendor set,
Wh...
A spectacle in heaven!--behold!--there is no ta...
Suggested by a notice of Sir Douglas Forsyth's ...