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Orellana and Other Poems

By J. Logie Robertson

Robertson, J. Logie (1846-1922)

II.

II.

II. THE MASK OF MISERY.

III.

III. FOUND DEAD.

IV.

IV. THESE AND THOSE.

V. PARTING AND MEETING.

VI.

VI. THE PLEADER.

VII.

VII. DELILAH.

VIII.

VIII. THE TWO SUNSETS.

IX.

IX. THE PROMENADE.

X. JOAN THAMSON'S MAN.

XI.

XI. WITHOUT AND WITHIN.

XII.

XII. THE AULD HOOSE AND THE NEW.

SYLVÆ

THE GENIUS OF THE GLEN.

THE MEET AT MIDNIGHT.

SIMMER LOST:

A GIFT FOR A BRIDE.

THE CAMP ON THE OCHILS.

THE LIGHT ON THE HILLSIDE.

HEIGH-HO! THE WIND AND THE RAIN!

YE FATE OF YE BOOK.

THE FIFTEENTH OF AUGUST.

COMPOSING A SONNET.

RETURN TO EDINBURGH AFTER THE HOLIDAYS.

II.

TWO SONNETS IN DEFENCE OF SONG.

I. MORNING.

II.

II. EVENING.

BERRY-HILL.

A HUMOUR OF THE LINKS.

LOCHLEVEN IN NOVEMBER.

THE LAWN-ADONIS.

[A great man dies, or whom the world calls great]

OLD AGE—THE WRESTLER.

WINTER'S PALE MARTYR.

“A BARBARY HEN.”

NORWEGIAN SONNETS

I. BALDER BACK!

II.

II. UP THE SKAGER RACK.

III.

III. WELCOME!

IV.

IV. THAT SPEAR.

V. MILTON IN NORWAY.

VI.

VI. THE SCENERY—GO AND SEE IT!

VII.

VII. A TERROR OF THE TWILIGHT.

VIII.

VIII. A WATERFALL WITHIN A WOOD.

IX.

IX. MINERVA IN THE SÆTERSDAL.

X. THE LITTLE MEAL-MILL.

XI.

XI. THE CLIMB FROM VALLË.

XII.

XII. “PAA HEJA:” LIFE ON THE HEIGHTS.

XIII.

XIII. THE MOUNTAIN LAUREATE.

XIV.

XIV. A THOUGHT OF HOME.

XV.

XV. MORNING—THE MOUNTAIN FAMILY AT THEIR DEVOTIONS.

XVI.

XVI. A CANDIDATE FOR HONOURS.

XVII.

XVII. “THE LAST INFIRMITY.”

XVIII.

XVIII. HARVEST IN THE DALE.

XIX.

XIX. ARTHUR'S SEAT AGAIN!

XX.

XX. A GREY MORNING AT GRANTON.

XXI.

XXI. ON THE PIER AT BURNTISLAND.

XXII.

XXII. A RARE DIP.

XXIII.

XXIII. FROM THE WICKS OF BAIGLIE.

XXIV.

XXIV. THELEMARKEN: A PER-CONTRA.

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COMPOSING A SONNET.

I

Composing a sonnet
'S like kindling a fire:
Heap largely upon it
—The spark will expire!

II

Your very best “chance” is
To coax it with rhyme,
Then try it with fancies
—A touch at a time.

III

Now lay the lines lightly,
Keep blowing between,
And soon it will brightly
Seize all the fourteen!