Violet Jacob Flame Poems

  • 1.
    Give me to-night to hide me in the shade,
    That neither moon nor star
    May see the secret place where I am laid,
    Nor watch me from afar.
    ...
  • 2.
    The willows stand by Fringford brook,
    From Fringford up to Hethe,
    Sun on their cloudy silver heads,
    And shadow underneath.
    ...
  • 3.
    I mind, when I dream at nicht,
    Whaur the bonnie Sidlaws stand
    Wi' their feet on the dark'nin' land
    An their heids i' the licht;
    ...
  • 4.
    The weary, weary days gang by,
    The weary nichts they fa',
    I mauna rest, I canna lie
    Since my ain bairn's awa'.
    ...
  • 5.
    When winter's pulse seems dead beneath the snow,
    And has no throb to give,
    Warm your cold heart at mine, beloved, and so
    Shall your heart live.
    ...
  • 6.
    I see her as though she were standing yet
    In her tower at the end of the town,
    When the hot sun mounts and when dusk comes down,
    With her two hands laid on the parapet;
    ...
  • 7.
    I whiles gang to the brig-side
    That's past the briar tree,
    Alang the road when the licht is wide
    Owre Angus an' the sea.
    ...
Total 7 Flame Poems by Violet Jacob

Top 10 most used topics by Violet Jacob

Mind 14 Hear 12 Place 10 Face 9 White 9 Year 9 Rise 8 Voice 7 Stand 7 Flame 7

Write your comment about Violet Jacob


Ron Scrimgeour: Such a talent and so often overlooked. From her poetry, to her children's books and the Indian diaries, Violet Jacob is a giant of Scottish literature. And when you consider Flemington - the Jacobite epic tale of Angus - Violet Jacob is in a class of her own. Skirlin' Wattie, the beggar piper, steals every paragraph he is featured in.

Poem of the day

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poem
A Woman-s Sonnets: Ii
 by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet.
Let me a little longer hold thy hand.
Too soon it is to bid me to forget
The joys I was so late to understand.
The future holds but a blank face for me,
The past is all confused with tears and grey,
But the sweet present, while thy smiles I see,
Is perfect sunlight, an unclouded day.
...

Read complete poem

Popular Poets