War poems
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Injun Summah
© Benjamin Franklin King
De Injun summah's comin',De bees is all froo hummin',De watah-mellon thumbin' Has passed long time ago
London: A Poem, in Imitation of the Third Satire of Juvenal
© Samuel Johnson
Though grief and fondness in my breast rebel,
Shadow River: Muskoka
© Emily Pauline Johnson
A stream of tender gladness,Of filmy sun, and opal tinted skies ;Of warm midsummer air that lightly liesIn mystic rings,Where softly swingsThe music of a thousand wingsThat almost tones to sadness.
The Pilot of the Plains
© Emily Pauline Johnson
"False," they said, "thy Pale-face lover, from the land of waking morn ;Rise and wed thy Redskin wooer, nobler warrior ne'er was born ;Cease thy watching, cease thy dreaming, Show the white thine Indian scorn
Flint and Feather
© Emily Pauline Johnson
Ojistoh1.2Of him whose name breathes bravery and life1.3And courage to the tribe that calls him chief.1.4I am Ojistoh, his white star, and he1.5Is land, and lake, and sky--and soul to me.
The King's Quire
© James I of Scotland
Bewailing in my chamber thus allone, Despeired of all joye and remedye,For-tirit of my thoght, and wo begone, Unto the wyndow gan I walk in hye, To se the warld and folk that went forby;As for the tyme, though I of mirthis fudeMyght have no more, to luke it did me gude
The Last Gift
© Hyde Robin
I have taken so much of your beauty, oh deep kind Earth,Face on your soft old face, heart on your warm heart lying --Scent of rain in leaves and the small stream's bubble of mirth,Hush of the sad-eyed pool that is dark with night-birds' crying,
Stars drowned deep in the lake, sunset's flame in a pine,Secret clutching fingers of baby ferns, close-curled --These are a stain of scent from a cool old perfumed wineThat sleeps in a carven chalice blue-glazed in the dawn of the world
The Wood-mouse
© Howitt Mary
D' ye know the little Wood-Mouse, That pretty little thing,That sits among the forest leaves, Beside the forest spring?
The Sparrow's Nest
© Howitt Mary
Nay, only look what I have found!A Sparrow's nest upon the ground;A Sparrow's nest as you may see,Blown out of yonder old elm tree.
The Wreck of the Deutschland (Dec. 6, 7, 1875)
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
[[A-text]]to the happy memory of five Francisan nuns,exiles by the Falck Laws, drowned betweenmidnight & morning of December 7 [[1875]].
Girl Watching
© Holbrook Susan
Wow, lookit her, there's a sunlit hay bale, there's a key lime pie and a million pixels
The Mother
© Hinkson Katharine Tynan
I am the pillars of the house; The keystone of the arch am I.Take me away, and roof and wall Would fall to ruin utterly.
On Burning a Parcel of Old MSS.
© Herschel John Frederick William
Wrecks of forgotten thought, or disapproved, Farewell! and as your smouldering flames ascend, Read me a parting lesson
A Mid-summer Noon in the Australian Forest
© Charles Harpur
Not a bird disturbs the air,There is quiet everywhere;Over plains and over woods.What a mighty stillness broods.
Rags and Robes
© Whitney Adeline Dutton Train
"Hark, hark! The dogs do bark;Beggars are coming to town: Some in rags, Some in tags,And some in velvet gowns!"
