Poems by Robert Fuller Murray
Ichabod
... Erelong the winter frosts shall freeze - ...
One Tear
... There is no lass like my lass ...
A Summer Morning
... Each like to each, this month have passed, ...
Winter at St Andrews
... All round, the landscape stretches bare, ...
Farewell To A Singer
... And love each song it sings the best, ...
Magni Nominnus Umbra
... To learn of thee), shalt once more rise and claim ...
A Wasted Day
... Through my west window streams the setting sun ...
Midnight
... And gives this hour of blessing ...
The Caged Thrush
... But his heart and his song are saddened and filled ...
The Burial of William - the Conqueror
... A king should die from length of years, ...
The End Of April
... Stretched on the links, now listening to the sea, ...
Song is Not Dead
... While still the autumn leaves are shed, ...
The Solitary
... Though sometimes with vain longing I have sought ...
Moonlight North and South
... Last night the full moon's splendour ...
A Bunch Of Triolets
... When her hat blew off and the wind with a whirl ...
