Poetry

The First Six Verses of the Ninetieth Psalm By  Robert Burns O Thou, the first, the greatest friend     Of all the human race! Whose strong right han…

In a Belgian Garden By  Frank Oliver Call Once in a Belgian garden,     (Ah, many months ago!) I saw like pale Madonnas     The tall white lilies blo…

The Secret of the Sea By  Edwin John Dove Pratt Tell me thy secret, O Sea,     The mystery sealed in thy breast; Come, breathe it in whispers to me, …

To Some Ladies On receiving a curious Shell By  John Keats What though while the wonders of nature exploring,     I cannot your light, mazy footsteps…

Tarrant Moss By  Rudyard Kipling I closed and drew for my love's sake That now is false to me, And I slew the Reiver of Tarrant Moss And set Dume…

Elegy on Miss Burnet of Monboddo By  Robert Burns Life ne’er exulted in so rich a prize As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so…

As a Watch in the Night * By  William Hodgson Ellis The soldier called from rest or play     To take his post as sentinel, To guard until the break o…

To Mr. M’Adam, of Craigen-Gillan By  Robert Burns Sir, o’er a gill I gat your card,     I trow it made me proud; See wha tak’s notice o’ the bard    …

The Sleeper By  Duncan Campbell Scott Touched with some divine repose,     Isabelle has fallen asleep, Like the perfume from the rose     In and out …

Wind and Window Flower By  Robert Lee Frost Lovers, forget your love,     And list to the love of these, She a window flower,     And he a winter bre…

Thorold By  James McIntyre McCready, the great Irish tragedian, said that the view from Thorold was the finest in America. Thorold is famous for its …

Land Clearing By  James McIntyre The first winter which I did spend In Canada was with a friend, And when the snow had passed away Quite early in the…

Canadian Hunter By  James McIntyre Of Kentucky's great hunter bold Old Daniel Boone oft tales are told, Of wild beasts he had no fear, But danger…