#CanadianWriters
I saw Time in his workshop carvin… Scattered around his tools lay, bl… Sharp cares that cut out deeply in… Of light and shade; sorrows that s… Of what were smiles. Nor yet with…
YOU’RE only a dumb little dog,… About ten or twelve pounds or so, And your wits must be all in a fog… If you have any wits, I know. But you’ve two such soft brown eye…
THERE come dull days in love’s c… When clouds and doubt obscure the… The woods are still; no songs of b… No sunlight falls, and desolate an… As if harmonious with the lurking…
MY heart it lies beyond, dear, In the land of the setting day, Where the whispers are soft and fo… Of the voices that pass away; And oft, when the night is falling…
THINE everlasting mountains and… And awful silence, floweret, know… I have not wandered to thy native… Among the crags, but oft as I rep… Musing by winter fire at daylight’…
THE confines of our being are not… White limbs of sense. Our true se… And higher than the path of furthe… Beyond the reach of sense, each he… And feels. The root alone of gian…
WARS and rumours of wars"—the cl… And a man must now be a man, if ev… “Wars and rumours of wars”—a cry f… For the vultures are gathered toge… War! Shall we flinch! Shall we tr…
In lonely watches night by night Great visions burst upon my sight, For down the stretches of the sky The hosts of dead go marching by. Strange ghostly banners o’er them…
WITH each new day new cares will… Trials and heart-aches; yet do tho… But take them lovingly, and, weavi… Into a crown of thorns, wear and l… For ever on thy head, a diadem,
WINTER forests mutely standing Naked on your bed of snow, Wide your knotted arms expanding To the biting winds that blow, Nought ye heed of storm or stress,
I SEE the great blue ocean kiss… Far to the South, I hear the sea-… Among the crags, while underneath… Goes swiftly by. The sun looks down upon the twinkl…
AS some great cloud upon a mounta… Hanging for ever, shutteth out the… Its chilly fingers twining in the… And blighting them, so ever one da… Broods o’er my life and makes my s…
WHAT boots it to be great? To live in royal state And feast with kings, Since now all things One doom await?
O YE Wise of the Earth, are ye w… “We can tell from a bone,” ye say, “An animal’s shape and size, And the size and shape of its prey… “For such and such joint,” say ye,
Plunged in night, I sit alone Eyeless on this dungeon stone, Naked, shaggy, and unkempt, Dreaming dreams no soul hath dream… Rats and vermin round my feet