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Records and Other Poems

By the late Robert Leighton

Leighton, Robert (1822-1869)

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FIRST BE, THEN TEACH.

IN A ROMAN-CATHOLIC CHAPEL.

THE ONLY STRENGTH.

FACES AND PLACES.

SUMMER-RESURRECTION.

THE YEAR'S FIRST SWALLOW.

THE BREATH OF WHIN.

WEALTH OF THOUGHT.

MEN'S POSITIONS.

MODERN PROGRESS.

THE THOUGHT-SPHERE.

SLEEP AND DEATH.

ALL SEASONS BLESSED.

THE BLUE-EYED CALF.

THE RIVER IN STORM.

THE RIVER IN CALM.

CONSCIOUS-WRONG.

THE RAIN FALLS EQUALLY.

THE GORSY GLEN.

I KNOW THE FACE.

NATURE'S HARMONIES.

THE LIGHT WITHIN THE DARK.

BEAUTY AND RECTITUDE.

THE BUNCH OF LARKS.

NAMES OF FLOWERS.

ETERNITY FOR ALL.

THE DRIED-UP FOUNTAIN.

TRUE POSSESSION.

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PRELUDE TO A FIRST EDITION.

TO A LIGHTHOUSE AT NIGHT,

WRITTEN ON MAY MORNING.

AFTER A THUNDERSTORM.

RELIEF IN POETRY.

THE DRUNKARD'S SONNET.

UNLOSABLE FRIENDS.

PATRIOT AND POET. 1864.

TO THE REV. HUGH STOWELL BROWN.

ABRAHAM LINCOLN.

“WHAT PLACE IS THIS?”

TIME STEALS AWAY.

THE GUILTY SOUL.

MAN IS A VAPOUR.

AT THE GRAVE OF MARGARET.

SELF-SUMMONING.

GO HOME, GO HOME.

YE THREE VOYCES.

THE WORLD'S FALSENESS.

TRUST, IN DESPONDENCY.

FRAGMENTS OF A MEDITATION.

WE ARE EVER GETTING.

THE LIGHT OF STARS.

LET US REJOICE THAT WE ARE POOR.

WE ARE FRUIT TREES ALL.

OUR WEALTH IS WITHIN US.

THE LONELY ISLE.

THE POET'S THIRST.

IF THOU WOULDST BE A POET.

THE COBWEB IN THE SKY.

THE BLUSTERING NIGHT.

THE BLEAK BEGINNING OF NOVEMBER.

THE NIGHT'S UNRULY.

WITHERING LILIES.

THE QUESTIONER.

TO A SPARROW IN THE CHURCH.

THE OLDEN TOWN.

FOR THE CENTENARY OF ROBERT BURNS.

THE FOX FAMINE IN AYRSHIRE.

THE DUKE OF BRUNSWICK'S DIAMONDS.

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SCOTTISH POEMS.

THE LADDIE'S LAMENTATION ON THE LOSS O' HIS WHITTLE.

THE GABERLUNZIE'S SONG.

JOHN AND TIBBIE'S DISPUTE.

SPUNK JANET'S CURE FOR LOVE.

WIDOW SALMON'S PRAYER,

MY MITHER'S GRAVE.

THE WEE HERD LOON.

THE AULD GABERLUNZIE IS DEAD AND AWA'.

AULD JOHN BROON.

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AFTER A THUNDERSTORM.

The dun clouds quiver'd and half gleam'd, as if
Red flame behind them flicker'd: from their wombs
The lightnings shot to life, and instant tombs
In earth's green breast: then rattled, sharp and brief,
The musketry of heaven; and a boom
Went through the hills, and broke their slumber deep,—
They lay like giants, muttering in sleep.
At last methought it was the crack of doom!
Both fire and flood seem'd battling which should have
Our sweet green earth; and she, all meekness, turn'd
Her fair cheek to them. They, too fiercely brave,
Wasted their fruitless strength, and pass'd away;
And earth, the patient and forbearing, earn'd
A triumph which Resistance never may.