Poetry

November By  Emily Dickinson Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze. A few incisi…

The Aim was Song By  Robert Lee Frost Before man came to blow it right     The wind once blew itself untaught, And did its loudest day and night     …

Psychology By  William Hodgson Ellis What's the Soul? throughout the ages Mystery never yet unveiled Prophets, poets, saints and sages All have t…

Birth of Canada As a Nation July First, 1867 By  James McIntyre Hail Britannia's noblest daughter, Who is surrounded by the water Of many a lake …

George Menzies By  James McIntyre About one third of a century ago there flourished in Canada three Scottish editors, all of whom were poets, McQueen…

A Prayer in Spring By  Robert Lee Frost Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; ke…

Summer Shower By  Emily Dickinson A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A f…

Words By William Butler Yeats I had this thought a while ago, 'My darling cannot understand What I have done, or what would do In this b…

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By  Robert Lee Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see m…

Farewell By  Emily Dickinson Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,     Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses —      Rapid! That will do! Pu…

A Faery Song By William Butler Yeats We who are old, old and gay,* O so old! Thousands of years, thousands of years, If all were told: …

Have You Nothing to Say for Yourself? By  Victor Hugo Speak, if you love me, gentle maiden!     Or haunt no more my lone retreat. If not for me thy h…

The Rose of Peace By William Butler Yeats If Michael, leader of God’s host When Heaven and Hell are met, Looked down on you from Heaven…