Category: Poetry

A Treasury of Canadian Verse, with Brief Biographical Notes

To one opening this book for the first time, it may be permissible to say that the verse included in the volume does not treat solely nor chiefly of Canadian themes. While Canadian environment and life necessarily supply the note of inspiration and impart its timbre and accent...

Chapters

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'Twas midnight! Darkness, like the gloom of some funereal pall, Hung o'er the battlements of Slaines,--a fortress grim and tall. The moon and stars were veiled in clouds, and fr...

12. Part 12

But once when the sun was setting, And the minster's walls were dim, The workmen waited and listened-- What had befallen him? He stood not before the panel, Nor came down the lo...

20. Part 20

Dear girl, behold, thy boy is now A man, and grown to middle-age; The lines are deep upon his brow, His heart hath been griefs hermitage; But hidden where no eye can see, His bo...

4. Part 4

Come, happy morn, for see and hark! A world lies waiting in the dark, With throbbing heart and straining gaze, To catch thy first up-springing rays, O, happy, happy morn!

21. Part 21

The creak of sail, the splash of oar, Were heard by none upon the shore; And in the forest vale None knew the ambush that was kept, Nor saw a thousand men who crept Along the na...

15. Part 15

It comes! This strange bird from a distant clime Has fled with arrowy speed on fluttering wing. From the sweet south, all sick of revelling, It wanders hitherward to rest a time...

18. Part 18

To the wise earth, Kind, and companionable, and dewy cool, Fair beyond words to tell, as you are fair, And cunning past compare To leash all heaven in a windless pool, I said--"...

17. Part 17

"The passing Passed for aye, And the waiting Waited in vain! Some power seemed to enfold The tremulous waters around, Yet never in heat Nor in shrivelling cold, Nor darkness dee...

9. Part 9

These are the days that try us; these the hours That find, or leave us, cowards--doubters of Heaven, Sceptics of self, and riddled through with vain Blind questionings as to Dei...

11. Part 11

What went ye to the wilderness to see? A shaking reed? Men in king's houses dwelling? A prophet? Yea, more than a prophet telling Of lands new named for Christ--a gift in fee, A...

13. Part 13

A blood-red ring hung round the moon, Hung round the moon. Ah me! Ah me! I heard the piping of the Loon, A wounded Loon. Ah me! And yet the eagle feathers rare I, trembling, wov...

19. Part 19

Through all this land of Arcadie She leads old Cheveron and me, And how her good mount stands it so Is really more than I can see; The valleys now are white with snow, Yet still...

7. Part 7

"Son of Light,"--I murmured lowly-- "All my heart is known to thee-- Known unto thy vision holy-- All my longing and my yearning for the Loved One lost to me-- May these eyes ag...

10. Part 10

Lo, yon green rampart! towering once in pride, And bristling, too, with bayonets, that long The prowess of the immortal Wolfe defied.-- Not to the peaceful Muse doth it belong T...

3. Part 3

On sweeps that band beneath the rampart wall;-- On through the crowded streets and teeming gates;-- On, where Guienne has watched since morn the lines, Where calm as coming stor...

5. Part 5

She who is said to give life-blood for silver, Proves, without show, she sets higher than gold Just the straight manhood, clean, gentle, and fearless, Made in God's likeness onc...

22. Part 22

In meadows deep with hay, I see The reapers' steel flash sparklingly; And bobolinks at play;-- And in the iris-bordered coves Frail lilies, shaded by the groves, Moor all the go...

8. Part 8

As they swept on they saw a form of stone Cleaving the yellow sky-line, stern and lone And awful, so no man might bear to dwell 'Neath its eyes glaring with unwinking lids, As i...

14. Part 14

"I have a little friend Up in the tall pine tree. In the sunny air he sings, Sits and sings with folded wings, Sings low and soft down by the lake, Lest he should Ogemah awake.

6. Part 6

Avenged? Behold what hecatombs around the dead man lay (The royal paw is heaviest when the lion's brought to bay); And as the shades of even fall upon this day of strife That he...

24. Part 24

180 Mrs LILY ALICE LEFEVRE ("Fleurange"), b. at Stratford, Ontario, but reared at Brockville. Educated at Villa Maria Convent, Montreal. Author of _The Lion's Gate, and Other Ve...

23. Part 23

Come down from the heights, my bird, And warble thy lays to me! I shall pine and droop in my grassy nook For the passionate song that my spirit shook, And the low, sad voice of...

2. Part 2

THEODORE HARDING RAND-- The Dragonfly 273 Beauty 276 Love 277 The Hepatica 277 "I Am" 278 The Veiled Presence 279 The Ghost Flower 280 Glory-Roses 280 The Carven Shores 281

25. Part 25

369 FRANCIS L. DOMINICK WATERS, b. in Fermoy, Ireland, April 4, 1857. Educated at St Colman's College. Compelled by ill health to abandon his medical studies, he came to Canada,...

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To one opening this book for the first time, it may be permissible to say that the verse included in the volume does not treat solely nor chiefly of Canadian themes. While Canad...

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