Pere Brosse (Arthur Weir Poems)
He had been with the Indians all the day, But sat with us at eve,Chatting and laughing in his genial ...
Arthur Weir Poems on Faces (6 Poems)
The Oak (Arthur Weir Poems)
Last of its race, beside our college There stands an Oak Tree, centuries old,Which, could it voice its stores of ...
Pilot (Arthur Weir Poems)
Merry Carlo, who runn'st at my heels Through the dense-crowded streets of the city,In and out among hurrying wheels,And whose ...
The Secret Of The Saguenay (Arthur Weir Poems)
Like a fragment of torn sea-kale,Or a wraith of mist in the gale,There comes a mysterious tale Out of the ...
The Race (Arthur Weir Poems)
A girlish voice like a silver bellRang over the sparkling tide, "A race! a race!" She was under the ...
Champlain (Arthur Weir Poems)
Would that with the bold Champlain,And his comrades staunch and true,I had crossed the stormy main,Golden visions to pursue: And ...