Poetry

Gordon and Burnaby By  James McIntyre When the Chinese did rebel, Gordon alone he could them quell, With justice they his name revere, The man who bu…

Ye Mariners who Spread your Sails By  Victor Hugo Ye mariners! ye mariners! each sail to the breeze unfurled, In joy or sorrow still pursue your cour…

On reading in a Newspaper the Death of John M’Leod, Esq. By  Robert Burns Sad thy tale, thou idle page,     And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the br…

To A Greek Statue By  Frank Oliver Call Beautiful statue of Parian marble, Dreaming alone in the northern sunlight, Ivory-tinted, your slender arms b…

Poseidon's Law By  Rudyard Kipling When the robust and Brass-bound Man commissioned first for sea His fragile raft, Poseidon laughed, and 'Ma…

My Lady's Law By  Rudyard Kipling The Law whereby my lady moves Was never Law to me, But 'tis enough that she approves Whatever Law it be. Fo…

The Violet Pressed In a Copy of Shakespeare By  Duncan Campbell Scott Here in the inmost of the master’s heart     This violet crisp with early dew, …

The Oriole By  Emily Dickinson One of the ones that Midas touched, Who failed to touch us all, Was that confiding prodigal, The blissful oriole. So d…

The Lyric League * By  William Hodgson Ellis We be seventy Lyric Poets, All in the Fatherland, Our verse is delightful, although its Not easy to unde…

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…