The Isles Of Huron (John Douglas Sutherland Campbell Poems)
Bright are the countless isles which crestWith waving woods wide Huron's breast,-- Her countless isles, that love too well The crystal waters ...
Bright are the countless isles which crestWith waving woods wide Huron's breast,-- Her countless isles, that love too well The crystal waters ...
Here reading how fond Adam was betray'd,And how by sin Eve's blasted charms decay'd,Our common loss unjustly you complain,So small ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ...
May 28th, 1879Joy to Ierne, joy,This day a deathless crown is won,Her child of song, her glorious son,Her minstrel boyAttains ...
BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow:"Sorrow not, sage! It beseems us betterfriends to avenge than fruitlessly mourn them.Each of us all ...
WILD winged thing, O brought I know not whence To beat your life out in my life's low cage; You ...
(For Music.) Though Missouri'stide may majestic glide, There's a curse on the soil it laves; The Ohio, too, may be fair, but who Would sojourn in the land of slaves? Be my prouder lot a Canadian cot And the bread of a freeman's toils; Then hurrah for the land of the forests grand, And the Lake of the Thousand Isles! I would seek no wealth, at the cost of health, 'Mid the city's din and strife; More I love the grace of fair nature's face, And the calm of a woodland life; I would shun the road by ambition trod, And the lore which the heart defiles;— Then hurrah for the land of the forests grand, And the Lake of the Thousand Isles! O away, away! I would gladly stray Where the freedom I love is found; Where the pine and oak by the woodman's stroke Are disturbed in their ancient bound; Where the gladsome swain reaps the golden grain, And the trout from the stream beguiles; Then hurrah for the land of the forests grand, And the Lake of the Thousand Isles.(Evan MacColl)
Was it a dream that all one summer nightWe toiled obscurely through a mighty woodTeeming with desperate armies; toiled to ...
OH cruel England! standing coldly by, While groans of human creatures rend the sky. The mother's darling and the sister's ...
O for wings! that I might soar A little way above the floor, A little way beyond the roar— A ...
ALL hail! ye frowning terrors of my way,Rude Grampian mountains! crown'd with lasting snow,No flow'ry vales, or plains with verdure ...
Yes, I could trust, forever and a day, Thy constant heart to any worldling's wiles, Surround thy senses with the ...
THESE are the most singular of all the Poems of Goethe, and to many will appear so wild and fantastic, ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
You can't put in the ground swell of the organ from the Christiansted, St.Croix, Anglican Church behind the paratrooper's voice: ...
Imperfection of nature, and perfection of scripture. ver. 96, paraphrased. Let all the heathen writers join To form one perfect ...
GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary; The hill-top is nigh-but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;) Up the path you ...
The lemon sunlight poured out far between things inhabits a coolness. Mosquitoes have subsided, flies are for later heat. Every ...
All hail to Mr Murphy, he is a hero brave, That has crossed the mighty Atlantic wave, For what purpose ...
He felt the wild beast in him betweenwhiles So masterfully rude, that he would grieve To see the helpless delicate ...
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