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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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On The Death Of The Same Revered Nun, The Venerable Mother St. Madeleine , Ten Years Later

... In Memoriam. Grief reigns now within the convent walls, ...

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Time’s Changes In A Household

... But ere those years had sped their course, from earth’s cares he was free,— ...

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A Plea For Our Northern Winters

... The Frost King’s pearls and diamonds flashing back the light’s clear rays ...

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The Emigrants’ Monument At Point St. Charles

... They died on our shores, and they slumber here ...

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When Will It End?

... ” Oh! keep your young strength for some stranger foe, ...

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To The Soldiers Of Pius Ninth

...   Bright before your gaze hath shone, ...

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Given And Taken

...   Brings me nearer life’s last shore, ...

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Nature’s Music

... ’Twill charm each angry thought to rest, ...

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A Girl’s Day Dream And Its Fulfilment

... For though thou’st watched me from childhood’s hour, ...

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Far West Emigrant .

... IV. The graceful vines and strange bright flow’rs, ...

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An Afternoon In July

...   How languid ’neath the sun’s fierce ray— ...

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A Welcome To The Month Of Mary

...   At length, sweet month, thou’rt here! ...

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Harvests

... And think, when thou’lt shudder in death’s cold clasp, ...

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The Voices Of The Death Chamber

...   “My God! ’tis hard to die!” ...

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The Young Novice

... The blue eyes, veiled by the lashes long that rest on that bright cheek ...