Ode For The Keats Centenary (Duncan Campbell Scott Poems)
February 23, 1921. Read at Hart House Theatre before the University of Toronto. The Muse is stern unto her favoured ...
February 23, 1921. Read at Hart House Theatre before the University of Toronto. The Muse is stern unto her favoured ...
1348-9 Blue and ever more blue The sky of that summer's spring: No cloud ...
How strange at night to wake And watch, while others sleep, ...
"TIME cannot age thy sinews, nor the gale Batter the network of thy feathered mail, Lone sentry of ...
The changing guests, each in a different mood,Sit at the roadside table and arise:And every life among them in like ...
Man, the egregious egoist(In mystery the twig is bent)Imagines, by some mental twist,That he alone is sentientOf the intolerable loadThat ...
For the sake of him who showed One wise Frog the Jungle-Road, Keep the Law the Man-Pack make For thy ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
How should the world be luckier if this house, Where passion and precision have been one Time out of mind, ...
Man, the egregious egoist (In mystery the twig is bent) Imagines, by some mental twist, That he alone is sentient ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
After they passed beneath us I could tell more would be coming, beneath the sand, under the bejeweled sky, under ...
They weave a slow andante as in sleep, Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white; With blue and lidless eyes at ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
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