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 ...
Sun on the mountain,Shade in the valley,Ripple and lightnessLeaping along the world,Sun, like a gold swordPlucked from the scabbard,Striking the ...
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 ...
This is not June,--by Autumn's stratagemThou hast been ambushed in the chilly air; Upon thy fragile crest virginal fairThe rime ...
This is the land!It lies outstretched a vision of delight,Bent like a shield between the silver seasIt flashes back the ...
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 ...
INurture thyself, O Soul, from the clear springThat wells beneath the secret inner shrine;Commune with its deep murmur,--'tis divine;Be faithful ...
Here where the cypress tallShadows the stucco wall, Bronze and deep,Where the chrysanthemums blow,And the roses--blood and snow-- ...
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 ...
Here in Samarcand they offer emeralds,Pure as frozen drops of sea-water,Rubies, pale as dew-ponds stained with slaughter,Where the fairies fought ...
Under the sky without a stainThe long, ripe, rippling of the grain;Light, broadcast from the golden oatsOver the blackberry fences ...
Gather the leaves from the forest And blow them over the world,The wind of winter follows The wind of autumn ...
The night is old, and all the world Is wearied out with strife;A long gray mist lies heavy and wan ...
I have seen things that charmed the heart to rest:Faint moonlight on the towers of ancient towns,Flattering the soul to ...
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 ...
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 ...
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