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 ...
CHARACTERSThe Father. The Child. Death. Angels. Two Travellers. * ...
Dawn-cool, dew-coolGleams the surface of my poolBird haunted, fern enchanted,Where but tempered spirits rule;Stars do not trace their mystic linesIn ...
HERE Morris, on the plains that we have loved,Think of the death of Akoose, fleet of foot,Who, in his prime, ...
Now the November skies,And the clouds that are thin and gray,That drop with the wind away;A flood of sunlight rolls,In ...
(The refrain is quoted by Edward Fitzgerald inone of his letters)IGrowing, growing, all the glory going;Flashing out of fire and ...
The sunset colours mingle in the sky, And over all the Umbrian valleys flow; Trevi is touched with wonder, 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 ...
She is free of the trap and the paddle, The portage and the trail,But something behind her savage ...
Here in the midnight, where the dark mainland and islandShadows mingle in shadow deeper, profounder,Sing we the hymns of the ...
Lay him down where the fern is thick and fair.Fain was he for life, here lies he low:With the blood ...
WHEN the deep cunning architectHad the great minster planned,They worked in faith for twice two hundred yearsAnd reared the building ...
I have seen things that charmed the heart to rest:Faint moonlight on the towers of ancient towns,Flattering the soul to ...
Creep into my heart, creep in, creep in,Afar from the fret, the toil and the din,Where the spring of love ...
Her life was touched with early frost,About the April of her day,Her hold on earth was lightly lost,And like a ...
The shore-lark soars to his topmost flight, Sings at the height where morning springs,What though his voice be lost in ...
Her life was touched with early frost, About the April of her day, Her hold on earth was lightly lost, ...
Now the November skies, And the clouds that are thin and gray, That drop with the wind away; A flood ...
Here in the midnight, where the dark mainland and island Shadows mingle in shadow deeper, profounder, Sing we the hymns ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
She is free of the trap and the paddle, The portage and the trail, But something behind her savage life ...
Here is the height of land: The watershed on either hand Goes down to Hudson Bay Or Lake Superior; The ...
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