Malcolm’s Katie: A Love Story – Part III. (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
The great farm house of Malcolm Graem stoodSquare shoulder'd and peak roof'd upon a hill,With many windows looking everywhere;So that ...
The great farm house of Malcolm Graem stoodSquare shoulder'd and peak roof'd upon a hill,With many windows looking everywhere;So that ...
I The Sphinx The spires of sand spring up at every gust That bids them dance and scatter and lays them low: He sits ...
THANK God for the token! one lip is still free,One spirit untrammelled, unbending one knee!Like the oak of the mountain, ...
MADAM-Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right ; By these we reach divinity, that's you ;Their loves, who have ...
It is not in the hall where the sparkling wine flows, That pleasure, and peace, and contentment are foundFor me there ...
The earnest throbbings of my heartO'erflood this page, then upward fly,Where my dear country's fame unfoldsLike golden banners in the ...
Erewhile I saw ye faintly through far haze, Spread many miles above the fields of sea; Now ye rise glorious, and my ...
Alas for England, if her native hearts Were only to be won by stately towers, Or oft--recurring chime of many parts, With lively ...
February 23, 1921. Read at Hart House Theatre before the University of Toronto. The Muse is stern unto her favoured ...
Opening Passage No man e'er loved like me ! When but a boy Love was my solace and my only ...
INurture thyself, O Soul, from the clear springThat wells beneath the secret inner shrine;Commune with its deep murmur,--'tis divine;Be faithful ...
My inmost soul, O Lord, to theeLeans like a growing flowerUnto the light. I do not knowThe day nor blessed ...
My life is but a toil of many woes, And keen excitement, wearing to the core;And fervently I hope ...
O come, Thou Sun of Righteousness,Whose healing beams of nations bless,And to our inward hearts conveyThe Holy Spirit's cloudless ray.So ...
I READ in our old journals of the days When our first love was April-sweet and new, How fair it ...
This is the place. Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy Past The ...
The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night, between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart and ...
I Around me the images of thirty years: An ambush; pilgrims at the water-side; Casement upon trial, half hidden by ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
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