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 ...
February 23, 1921. Read at Hart House Theatre before the University of Toronto. The Muse is stern unto her favoured ...
Here is the height of land:The watershed on either handGoes down to Hudson BayOr Lake Superior;The stars are up, and ...
At Bethlehem upon the hill, The day was done, the night was nigh,The dusk was deep and had its will,The ...
Rufus Gale speaks--1852Yes,--in the Lincoln Militia,--in the war of eighteen-twelve;Many's the day I've had since then to dig and delve--But ...
CHARACTERSThe Father. The Child. Death. Angels. Two Travellers. * ...
An angel burdened with self-pityCame out of heaven to a modern city.He saw a beggar on the street,Where the tides ...
Dawn-cool, dew-coolGleams the surface of my poolBird haunted, fern enchanted,Where but tempered spirits rule;Stars do not trace their mystic linesIn ...
I Once in the winter Out on a lake In the heart of the north-land, Far ...
HERE Morris, on the plains that we have loved,Think of the death of Akoose, fleet of foot,Who, in his prime, ...
With a golden rolling sound Booming came a bell,From the aery in the towerEagles fell;So with regal wings Hurled, and ...
Now the November skies,And the clouds that are thin and gray,That drop with the wind away;A flood of sunlight rolls,In ...
INurture thyself, O Soul, from the clear springThat wells beneath the secret inner shrine;Commune with its deep murmur,--'tis divine;Be faithful ...
Lay him down where the fern is thick and fair.Fain was he for life, here lies he low:With the blood ...
IWhere love is lifeThe roses blow,Though winds be rudeAnd cold the snow,The roses climbSerenely slow,They nod in rhymeWe know--we knowWhere ...
Set within a desert lone, Circled by an arid sea,Stands a figure carved in stone, Where ...
Here in the pungent gloomWhere the tamarac roses glowAnd the balsam burns its perfume,A vireo turns his slowCadence, as if ...
Under the sky without a stainThe long, ripe, rippling of the grain;Light, broadcast from the golden oatsOver the blackberry fences ...
The night is old, and all the world Is wearied out with strife;A long gray mist lies heavy and wan ...
Gentle angel with your mantle, All of tender green,I was yearning for a vision Of the life unseen.When you hovered ...
To ports of balm through isles of muskThe gentle airs are leading us;To curtained calm and tents of dusk,The wood-wild ...
Her life was touched with early frost,About the April of her day,Her hold on earth was lightly lost,And like a ...
Here there is balm for every tender heart Wounded by life;Rest for each one who bore a valiant part Crushed ...
I Once in the winter Out on a lake In the heart of the north-land, Far from the Fort And ...
Here is the height of land: The watershed on either hand Goes down to Hudson Bay Or Lake Superior; The ...
Her life was touched with early frost, About the April of her day, Her hold on earth was lightly lost, ...
With a golden rolling sound Booming came a bell, From the aery in the tower Eagles fell; So with regal ...
Now the November skies, And the clouds that are thin and gray, That drop with the wind away; A flood ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
Set within a desert lone, Circled by an arid sea, Stands a figure carved in stone, Where a fountain used ...
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