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 ...
Sun on the mountain,Shade in the valley,Ripple and lightnessLeaping along the world,Sun, like a gold swordPlucked from the scabbard,Striking the ...
HERE Morris, on the plains that we have loved,Think of the death of Akoose, fleet of foot,Who, in his prime, ...
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 ...
O turn once more! The meadows where we mused and strayed togetherAbound and glow yet with the ruby sorrel;'Twas there ...
Set within a desert lone, Circled by an arid sea,Stands a figure carved in stone, Where ...
The Earth moans in her sleepLike an old motherWhose sons have gone to the war,Who weeps silently in her heartTill ...
Gather the leaves from the forest And blow them over the world,The wind of winter follows The wind of autumn ...
Tug at the net,Haul at the net,Strip off the quivering fish;Hid in the mistThe winds whist,Is like my heart's wish.What ...
She is free of the trap and the paddle, The portage and the trail, But something behind her savage life ...
Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword ...
Here is the height of land: The watershed on either hand Goes down to Hudson Bay Or Lake Superior; The ...
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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