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Born in January 12, 1829 / Died in September 20, 1879 / Canada / English

Poems by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

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Beneath The Snow

... And, leaving, he prayed: “O my Father and Friend, ...

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The Maple Tree

... Have given their homesteads pleasant shade, ...

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Cornelia’s Jewels

... She pressed them to her, whilst each trait with radiance seemed to shine, ...

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After The Ball

... As thou to night thou feelest, “after the ball!” ...

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The Shepherdess Of The Arno

... ’Neath its humble porch they entered, with bow’d and reverent head, ...

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Our Canadian Woods In Early Autumn

... Though the bird’s sweet song, that the summer long ...

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St. Ignatius Loyola At The Chapel Of Our Lady Of Montserrat

... Through the long lone hours of the silent night, ...

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The Parting Soul And Her Guardian Angel

...   Wills that with Him thou should’st henceforth dwell, ...

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Ash-Wednesday

...   Through each restless breast hath thrilled, ...

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Moonlight Reveries

... Her glitt’ring light made still more bright ...

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Maude.

... ” Fast coursed the diamond tear drops down that fair, though faded, cheek, ...

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The Fall Of The Leaf

... Then, why should we grieve for summer skies— ...

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In Memory Of The Late G. C. Of Montreal

... As he was when death struck, his image shall dwell ...

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Harry (Engaged To Be Married) To Charley (Who Is Not)

...   Which, at least, should be forged of pure gold ...

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An Autumn Evening At Murray Bay

... Till the tall cliffs look like phantoms, seeking ’mid their shrouds to hide ...