Poems by Bliss William Carman
Songs Of The Grass
... I On The Dunes HERE all night on the dunes ...
Washing Day
... I scarce knew why, looked cross, and drove me from them ...
Resignation
... Where all the men will greet me as 'Old Man,' ...
The Ghost-Yard Of The Goldenrod
... Should wait unmoved, so frail, so bold, ...
A Vagabond Song
... There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood ...
The Rights of Women
... Make treacherous Man thy subject, not thy friend ...
Thanksgiving
... I thank thee more for goodly wine, ...
Lord Of My Heart's Elation
... Beneath the wind's strong hand, ...
To Mr. [S.T.] C[oleridge]
... For friends, for country, chase each spleen-fed fog ...
Rivers Of Canada
... "The wilderness shall feed you, her gleam shall be your guide ...
Before The Snow
... Shall hear a voice that seems to sing, ...
To the Poor
... Who seest the rich, to heaven and fate resigned, ...
To a Little Invisible Being Who is Expected Soon to Become Visible
... Senses from objects locked, and mind from thought! ...
Woodland Rain
... Fresh, ah, fresh behind you, ...
Above The Gaspereau
... who but he Should give the last hint of perfection, the touch that sets free ...
