A Story Of Plantagenet (Nora Pembroke Poems)
In the small Village of St Joseph, below the City of Ottawa, stilllives or did live very recently, an ancient ...
In the small Village of St Joseph, below the City of Ottawa, stilllives or did live very recently, an ancient ...
I, Louis Marin, mariner, born on the Breton coast, Must pass from earth away, And, because wild remorse Pursues me--is my curse, My guilty ...
The young Prince of Anhalt Dessau, The Dowager's only son,Was a sturdy strong-limbed fellow And a most determined one.Shook the tutor his ...
October's leaf was sere; The day was dark and drear.Wild war was loosed in rage o'er our quiet country then; When at ...
I, an Iroquois brave,Speak from my forest grave,Where by Utawa's wave I sleep in glory.Listen, pale faces, then,Let years roll back ...
There's a place in the North where the bonnie broom grows,Where winding through green meadows the silver Maine flows,Every lark ...
O thou wild rantin' wicked wit;Are thy works, thy fame livin' yet?Will thae daft people never quit An ne'er ha'e doneDisturbin' ...
PART IAway up on the River aux Lievres, That is foaming and surging always,And from rock to rock leaping through rapids, Which ...
'At last he is dead'So the wondering, horror-struck neighbours said, A skilful touch of his knife Has cut the thread of a ...
Do you know the town Pembroke so loyal and longAnd so worthy the praise of a poet in song?Nestled down ...
With noiseless footstep, like the white-robed snow, The old year with closed record steals away;Record of gladness, suffering, joy, and woe, Of ...
A Prize Poem.I know Canada is fair to see, and pleasant; it is wellOn the banks of its broad river ...
With garments for sorrow torn, With eyelids heavy and red,A woman sat by a new-made grave, Bewailing her slaughtered dead--Weep! weep! weep! Tears ...
It was not that I lived a life of ease, Quiet, secure, apart from every care;For on the darkest of my ...
What is it that has stilled the usual hurry, Checking the eager tread of rapid feet?Why does the business face look ...
The Presbytery with one accord in one place,Were met to consider and speak on the caseOf David Macrae, bent with ...
Sing and rejoice, With heart and voice,An heir is born to the British Crown, A royal son, A princely one,One born to glory ...
The rage for writing has spread far and wide,Letters on letters now are multiplied,And every mortal, who can hold a ...
By the sad fellowship of human suffering, By the bereavements that are thine and mine,I venture--oh, forgive me!--with this offering, I would ...
Who is the maid with silken hair By clear Maine Water roaming?For the fairy Queen is not so fair As she in ...
It was in the early morning Of life, and of hope to me,I sat on a grassy hillside Of the Isle beyond ...
O thou son of the dark locks and eloquent tongue,With the brain of a statesman sagacious, and strong,And the heart ...
O friends, I cannot comfort, but will share with you your grieving, In the valley of the shadow where you sit ...
In leaving us, whom thou hast governed well Holding the helm of state through all these yearsThe land at large unites ...
A SONG OF EXILEA withered shamrock, yet to me 'tis fair As the sweet rose to other eyes might be,Because its ...
(ORSON GROUT),_One of the victims of the Southern Prisons._Sit by me comrade, thou and I have stood Shoulder to shoulder on ...
They are but servants, say the words of scorning, As though they meant to say, we're finer clay,Yet, all the universe ...
Dearest of all, whose tenderness could rise To share all sorrow and to soothe all pain;The blessings breathed for thee with ...
I sit by the fire in the gloaming, In the depths of my easy chair,And I ponder, as old men ponder, Over ...
Beside the open window she is lying, Through which comes softly in the balmy air,And fans her wasted cheek; but slowly ...
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