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The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan

In Two Volumes. With a Portrait
Buchanan, Robert Williams (1841-1901)

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VOL. I.
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Early Poems.
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Undertones.
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Idyls and Legends of Inverburn.
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London Poems.
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Miscellaneous Poems.
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North Coast, and other Poems.
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Sonnets WRITTEN BY LOCH CORUISK, ISLE OF SKYE.
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CORUISKEN SONNETS.
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I. Lord, is it Thou?
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II. We are Fatherless.
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III. We are Children.
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IV. When we are all Asleep.
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V. But the Hills will bear Witness.
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VI. Desolate!
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VII. Lord, art Thou here?
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VIII. God is Beautiful.
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IX. The Motion of the Mists.
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X. Coruisk.
 XI. 
XI. But Whither?
 XII. 
XII. God is Pitiless.
 XIII. 
XIII. Yea, Pitiless.
 XIV. 
XIV. Could God be Judged.
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XV. The Hills on their Thrones.
 XVI. 
XVI. King Blaabhein.
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XVII. Blaabhein in the Mists.
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XVIII. The Fiery Birth of the Hills.
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XIX. The Changeless Hills.
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XX. O Mountain Peak of a God.
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XXI. God the Image.
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XXII. The Footprints.
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XXIII. We are Deathless.
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XXIV. A Voice in the Whirlwind.
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XXV. Cry of the Little Brook.
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XXVI. The Happy Hearts of Earth.
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XXVII. Father, forgive Thy Child.
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XXVIII. God's Loneliness.
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XXIX. The Cup of Tears.
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XXX. The Light of the World.
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XXXI. Earth's Eldest Born.
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XXXII. What Spirit Cometh?
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XXXIII. Stay, O Spirit!
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XXXIV. Quiet Waters.
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The Book of Orm.
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Political Mystics.
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Songs of the Terrible Year.
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Saint Abe and his Seven Wives.
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VOL. II.

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XXII. The Footprints.

Come to green under-glooms,—and in your hair
Weave nightshade, foxglove red, and rank wolfsbane,
And slumber and forget Him; if in vain
Ye try to slumber off your sorrow there,
Arise once more and openly repair
To busy haunts where men and women sigh,
And if all things but echo back your care,
Cry out aloud, ‘There is no God!’ and die.
But if upon a day when all is dark,
Thou, stooping in the public ways, shalt mark
Strange luminous footprints as of feet that shine—
Follow them! follow them! O soul bereaven!
God had a Son—He hath pass'd that way to heaven:
Follow, and look upon the Face divine!
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