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Alexander Anderson's Poetry, by first line

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  • I dream this nicht, an' my thochts gae back
    To that happy time sae early,
    24 lines
  • Those simple daisies which you view,
    Last year, when summer winds did wave,
    68 lines
  • What fretting loads we mortals bear
    Through life, whose fading rainbows mock
    29 lines
  • Blind Matthew, coming down the village street
    With slow, sure footsteps, pauses for a while,
    48 lines, 1 comment
  • Lying full-length upon the summer grass,
    And by the murmur of a summer stream,
    81 lines, 1 comment
  • Ay, give me the beat of his fire-fed breast,
    And the shake of his giant frame,
    114 lines, 1 comment
  • 'I want my child,' the mother said, as through
    The deep sweet air of purple-breathing morn
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • While the breezes come and creep--
    And what mortal would not sleep
    54 lines, 1 comment
  • That was Nottman waving at me,
    But the steam fell down, so you could not see;
    76 lines, 1 comment
  • Come forth, and bring with thee a mind
    That rises to the poet's mood;
    80 lines, 1 comment
  • Have you so forgot the time, dear love,
    When we sat by the stream in the wood
    48 lines, 1 comment
  • He came from a land whose shadows
    Were brighter than our day;
    44 lines
  • The sunlight fell through the shadowy trees
    In smiles all soft and sweet,
    32 lines
  • The first sweet wind of the summer
    Is breathing upon my cheek,
    36 lines
  • As soft as an autumn leaf will light
    When the winds are hush'd and still,
    40 lines
  • I open again the garden door,
    When the flowers live their little time,
    40 lines
  • O! just to see you again, Annie,
    To walk with your hand in mine;
    16 lines
  • I walk the old familiar ways
    Beside my native stream,
    28 lines
  • The hills in the Hielands are bonnie,
    Wi' the licht an' the shadow at play;
    32 lines
  • He sleeps; the inner agony hath pass'd
    With the sure dawn that slowly climbs the east;
    14 lines
  • The splendid demon with the lurid eyes,
    Wherein, as when a serpent bites its coil
    14 lines
  • A Faust in colours with the good and ill
    For ever at their conflict, dumb of speech,
    14 lines
  • He kneels, his knee drawn down to kindred dust,
    For all is earth within him, from those eyes
    14 lines
  • Above him, yet he sees him not, there bends
    Compassion and Divinity in one,
    14 lines
  • Thou gazest and the picture fades away
    Like visions after sleep. But unto thee
    14 lines
  • We part: great London with its mighty rush
    Of life will daily send its shocks through thine,
    14 lines
  • And with the murmur of the Rhine will come
    Those legends which have flung, as from a sky
    14 lines
  • Through these the town of Rubens shall arise,
    Its stone arms clasping the cathedral, where
    14 lines
  • The sunshine over Brussels will be mine,
    But for a moment ere it pales its hue,
    14 lines
  • And quiet Weimar, hush'd of look and staid,
    As if she knew the passing stranger came,
    14 lines
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