The Bride Of War (George Parsons Lathrop Poems)
IThe trumpet, with a giant sound,Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,Poured from the hillside camping-ground,Each swift battalion ...
IThe trumpet, with a giant sound,Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,Poured from the hillside camping-ground,Each swift battalion ...
THE sunlight falls on old Quebec, A city framed of rose and gold,An ancient gem more beautiful In that its beauty waxes ...
OUR neighbor of the undefended bound,Friend of the hundred years of peace, our kin,Fellow adventurer on the enchanted groundOf the ...
We marched, and saw a company of CanadiansTheir coats weighed eighty pounds at least, we saw themFaces infinitely grimed in, ...
STANZAS ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC, AND DEATH OFGENERAL WOLFEAMIDST the clamour of exulting joys,Which triumph forces from the patriot ...
AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys,Which triumph forces from the patriot heart,Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice,And quells the ...
(Founded Quebec Seminary, 1663)LAVAL, High Priest of Knowledge, who first scannedThe years to come, and saw the pow'rs that layWithin ...
Quebec, the grey old city on the hill,Lies with a golden glory on her head,Dreaming throughout this hour so fair—so ...
(Founded Quebec, 1608)WISE Colonist who in this storied place,With wisdom prescient of thy pregnant deed,Cast forth the sparsate grains of ...
COME , then, explore with me each winding glen,Far from the noisy haunts of busy men;Let us with stedfast eye ...
"I - The GatheringFather and Mother Lawrence, the boy Joe, Lottie and Elsie, all were full of life, And fond ...
O Child of Nations, giant-limbed, Who stand'st among the nations now Unheeded, unadored, unhymned, With unanointed brow, — How long the ignoble sloth, how long The trust in greatness not thine own? Surely the lion's brood is strong To front the world alone! How long the indolence, ere thou dare Achieve thy destiny, seize thy fame, — Ere our proud eyes behold thee bear A nation's franchise, nation's name? The Saxon force, the Celtic fire, These are thy manhood's heritage! Why rest with babes and slaves? Seek higher The place of race and age. I see to every wind unfurled The flag that bears the Maple Wreath; Thy swift keels furrow round the world Its blood-red folds beneath; Thy swift keels cleave the furthest seas; Thy white sails swell with alien gales; To stream on each remotest breeze The black smoke of thy pipes exhales. O Falterer, let thy past convince Thy future, — all the growth, the gain, The fame since Cartier knew thee, since Thy shores beheld Champlain! (Montcalm and Wolfe! Wolfe and Montcalm! Quebec, thy storied citadel Attest in burning song and psalm How here thy heroes fell! O Thou that bor'st the battle's brunt At Queenston and at Lundy's Lane, — On whose scant ranks but iron front The battle broke in vain! — Whose was the danger, whose the day, From whose triumphant throats the cheers, At Chrysler's Farm, at Chateauguay, Storming like clarion-bursts our ears? On soft Pacific slopes, — beside Strange floods that northward rave and fall, — Where chafes Acadia's chainless tide — Thy sons await thy call. They wait; but some in exile, some With strangers housed, in stranger lands, — And some Canadian lips are dumb Beneath Egyptian sands. O mystic Nile! Thy secret yields Before us; thy most ancient dreams Are mixed with far Canadian fields And murmur of Canadian streams. But thou, my country, dream not thou! Wake, and behold how night is done, — How on thy breast, and o'er thy brow, Bursts the uprising sun!(Charles G. D. Roberts)
"The sword of the Lord, and of Gideon." Through the years — from the far day of Flodden,From the gardens ...
AH, Wolfe! the mention of thy nameDamps in my breast th' heroic flame, And gloomy scenes far other thoughts inspire;Smit ...
BOMBAY Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands -- A thousand mills roar through ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood An' did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Within ...
The poet asks, and Phillis can't refuse To show th' obedience of the Infant muse. She knows the Quail of ...
We'd left the sea-gulls long behind, And we were almost in mid-ocean; The sky was soft and blue and kind, ...
With failing feet and shoulders bowed Beneath the weight of happier days, He lagged among the heedless crowd, Or crept ...
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