The Candidate (George Crabbe Poems)
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
Svch time as Tytan with his fiery beames In highest degree, made duskish Leo sweat Field-tilling Swains driue home their ...
IT was the time, when rest soft sliding downeFrom heauens hight into mens heauy eyes,In the forgetfulnes of sleepe doth ...
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)
FROM the recesses of this wild domain,Where artless truth and simple manners reign,The blushing Muse conveys the humble pleaOf modest ...
I stood upon the Plain, That had trembled when the slain,Hurled their proud defiant curses at the battle-hearted foe, ...
AH, Wolfe! the mention of thy nameDamps in my breast th' heroic flame, And gloomy scenes far other thoughts inspire;Smit ...
O rivers rolling to the seaFrom lands that bear the maple-tree, How swell your voices with the strainOf loyalty and ...
There is one at the door, Wolfe O'Driscoll,At the door, who bids you to come!""Who is he that wakes me ...
Hark! in the still night. Who goes there?"Fifteen dead men" Why do they wait?"Hasten, comrade, death is so fair"Now comes ...
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
Wolfe demanded during dying "Which obtain the Day"? "General, the British" -- "Easy" Answered Wolfe "to die" Montcalm, his opposing ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
O but we talked at large before The sixteen men were shot, But who can talk of give and take, ...
What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
Inscribed to Colonel Banastre Tarleton] TRANSCENDENT VALOUR! godlike Pow'r! Lord of the dauntless breast, and stedfast mien! Who, rob'd in ...
With failing feet and shoulders bowed Beneath the weight of happier days, He lagged among the heedless crowd, Or crept ...
-1908 Of old, like Helen, guerdon of the strong -- Like Helen fair, like Helen light of word, -- "The ...
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