Poems by Charles Sangster
Lyric To The Isles
... With their sweet breaths all the day ...
The Soldiers Of The Plough
... No breeze that sweeps trade's stormy deeps ...
Brock
... And sound the mute trumpet! Strike the lyre! ...
The Wine Of Song
... Deep, deeper still, from the springs of Thought ...
The Rapid
... Pleased with its freshness, and wet with its spray ...
Sonnet
... It searched through all the chambers of her mind ...
The Red-Men
... Whole tribes and races, gone like last year's snow, ...
In The Forest
... And not a sound save joy pervades the atmosphere ...
The Plains Of Abraham
... As it shouts its mighty pibroch o'er some shipwrecked vessel's grave ...
Harvest Hymn
... In all their autumn splendour dressed, ...
