Canada (Stephan Stephansson Poems)
It was formerly believed, on a sea-battered shorethough the storm at home blasted,that in the distant west there still lay ...
It was formerly believed, on a sea-battered shorethough the storm at home blasted,that in the distant west there still lay ...
I wonder if I know himIn whose speech is my voice,In whose movement is my being,Whose skill is in my ...
It is fear, it is threat not to speak of,It is standing on the threshold of pain,It is the figure ...
IS't true? or does some magic spellMy wond'ring eyes beguile ?Is this the place where deigns to dwellThe honour of ...
This night is irredeemable.Where you are, it is still bright.At the gates of Jerusalem,a black sun is alight.The yellow sun ...
Ye have asked me whence I garnerA new burthen for my song;Think ye that the river tiresAs it gently flows ...
71THE woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.The tree gave it. 72IN my solitude of heartI feel the sigh ...
I have not seen her face, and yet She is more sweet than any thing Of Earth--than rose or violet That Mayday winds ...
My poem would eat nothing.I tried giving it waterbut it said no, worrying me.Day after day,I held it up to the ...
WHEN you drink of what the poets rave about as "sorrer's cup",And yer mouth, in spite of laughin', gits a ...
Had I the wings of a bird,I'd make it a constant dutyTo fly far above the earthAnd gaze on it's ...
THOU master of the tuneful art!Who only Nature can impart;Though on thy temples blooms the bayScorn not my gratulating lay.Describ'd ...
This night is irredeemable.Where you are, it is still bright.At the gates of Jerusalem,a black sun is alight.The yellow sun ...
There are people, I know, to be found, Who say, and apparently think,That sorrow and care may be drowned By a timely ...
The Picture strikes--'tis drawn with won d'rous Art;Well has the Poet play'd the Painter's Part.Tho' 'tis your Glory, yet, my ...
Seven gold reeds grew tall and slim,Close by the river's beaded brim.Syrinx, the naiad, flitted past;Pan, the goat-hoofed, followed fast.Oh, ...
I went in the fields with the leisure I got,The stranger might smile but I heeded him not,The hovel was ...
When I speak with soft voice of the warand of money and objects of fear,in the ceaseless flow of life ...
I saw a name carved on a tree -"Julia";A simpler name there could not be-Julia:But seeing it I seemed to ...
cottages, circled by lindensmaples and willows (they no longerplant so many trees near houses now, wildunprofitable), a stream downhill, a ...
Fair Cousin, thy pageis small to encagethe thoughts which engagethe mind of a sage, such as I am;'Twere in teaspoon to ...
To the sagging wharffew ships could come.The population numberedtwo giants, an idiot, a dwarf,a gentle storekeeperasleep behind his counter,and our ...
WHAT is the gold of mortal-kindTo that men findDeep in the poet's mind! -That magic purseOf Dreams from whichGod builds ...
O poet! above all men blest,Take heed that thus thou store them;Love, Hope, and Faith shall ever rest,Sweet birds (upon ...
A SYLPH, my dear aunt, is the gift which I send,In the hope it will warm , and comfort my ...
I love it when you go out to the fieldsAnd the corn sends its lances against you.I love it when ...
I am tired of limited poetryOf well behaved verseOf public servant poetry with time clock card, protocols and expressions of ...
When pride and envy, and the scornOf wealth my heart with gall imbued,I thought how pleasant were the mornOf silence, ...
Oh for a blast of the loudest E'er blown from the trumpet of fame!Oh for a song of the proudest E'er sung ...
In the spring-time, out of the dew, From my garden, sweet friend, I gather, A garland of verses, or ratherA poem of ...
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