Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris (Duncan Campbell Scott Poems)
Dear Morris--here is your letter--Can my answer reach you now?Fate has left me your debtor,You will remember how;For I went ...
Dear Morris--here is your letter--Can my answer reach you now?Fate has left me your debtor,You will remember how;For I went ...
WE brought our old tub over With lumber, from the Sound One sinner jammed and crippled, A silly bo'sun drowned; ...
The troubles of life are many, The pleasures of life are few;When we sat in the sunlight, Annie, I dreamt ...
WRITTEN FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF HIS BIRTH, JANUARY 25, 1859.A HUNDRED years ago, when George was King, The second monarch ...
Caleb went, as was his custom, On a quiet Sunday morn,To the house of prayer and worship, Thither by devotion ...
Lady who hold'st on me dominion!Within your spirit's arms I stay me fastAgainst the fellImmitigate ravening of the gates of ...
HERE Morris, on the plains that we have loved,Think of the death of Akoose, fleet of foot,Who, in his prime, ...
I.Cain And Abel THOU, the young world's first dead, unwept shall be Through storied time, pure spirit, called to rise ...
When a simple English maiden, Nested warm in Wilmicote,Sang forth like a lark uprising Heavenward with its morning ...
Beyond compare the monument I have erected,And to this spirit column well-worn the people's path,--Its head defiant will out-soar that ...
ALL ye child-hearted ones, born out of time, Born to an age that sickens and grows old, Born in a ...
CXXXStand fast amidst the darkness! Ah! my dear, 'Tis easy loving where the sunshine falls, And Nature's voice on idle ...
Historic be the survey of our kind,And how their brave Society took shape.Lion, wolf, vulture, fox, jackal and ape,The strong ...
1911 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often ...
Sitting down with evil pure oppression willing to crush resistance to silence other voices Sitting down with evil Like Goebbels ...
Even a slight change maybe is enough moving us from our inertia our complacency, our drift turning us from the ...
The monster has escaped from the dungeon where he was kept by the Baron, who made him with knobs sticking ...
I've dropped my Brain -- My Soul is numb -- The Veins that used to run Stop palsied -- 'tis ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
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