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 ...
Far in the east the rain-clouds sweep and harry, Down the long haggard hills, formless and low,Far in the west ...
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 ...
An angel burdened with self-pityCame out of heaven to a modern city.He saw a beggar on the street,Where the tides ...
Now the November skies,And the clouds that are thin and gray,That drop with the wind away;A flood of sunlight rolls,In ...
Veil-like and beautifulGathered the dutiful Mist in the night,True to the messaging,Dreamful and presaging Vapour and light.Ghostly and ...
Crown her with stars, this angel of our planet, Cover her with morning, this thing of pure delight,Mantle her with ...
INurture thyself, O Soul, from the clear springThat wells beneath the secret inner shrine;Commune with its deep murmur,--'tis divine;Be faithful ...
INow, in the moonrise, from a wintry sky,The frost has come to charm with elfin mightThis quiet room; to draw ...
WHEN the deep cunning architectHad the great minster planned,They worked in faith for twice two hundred yearsAnd reared the building ...
Some men are born to gather women's tears, To give a harbour to their timorous fears, To take them as ...
To ports of balm through isles of muskThe gentle airs are leading us;To curtained calm and tents of dusk,The wood-wild ...
Some men are born to gather women's tears, To give a harbour to their timorous fears, To take them as ...
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 ...
Here is the height of land: The watershed on either hand Goes down to Hudson Bay Or Lake Superior; The ...
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