Poetry

My Heart is A-Breaking, Dear Tittie! By  Robert Burns (1) My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie!     Some counsel unto me come len’, To anger them a’ i…

The Reed-Player To B. C. By  Duncan Campbell Scott By a dim shore where water darkening     Took the last light of spring, I went beyond the tumult, …

A Summer Storm By  Duncan Campbell Scott Last night a storm fell on the world     From heights of drouth and heat, The surly clouds for weeks were fu…

The Voice and the Dusk By  Duncan Campbell Scott The slender moon and one pale star,     A rose-leaf and a silver bee From some god’s garden blown af…

Heriot's Ford By  Rudyard Kipling 'What's that that hirples at my side?' The foe that you must fight, my lord. 'That rides as fas…

The First Chantey By  Rudyard Kipling Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her; Haling her dumb from the camp, held her and bound her. Hot rose…

Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service By  Thomas Stearns Eliot     Look, look, master, here comes two religious     caterpillars.                   …

Canadian Voyageurs on the Nile By  James McIntyre The British soldiers on the Nile With gratitude did kindly smile, On the Canadian voyageurs Who ski…

Indian Romance By  James McIntyre We know a hill is smooth and round, Where Indian relics may be found, This hill it hath a history, Though enveloped…

The Choice (The American Spirit Speaks) By  Rudyard Kipling To the Judge of Right and Wrong     With Whom fulfilment lies Our purpose and our power b…

Love and a Question By  Robert Lee Frost A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in his han…

A Carol By  Rudyard Kipling Our Lord Who did the Ox command     To kneel to Judah's King, He binds His frost upon the land     To ripen it for Sp…