Poetry

Was it Some Golden Star? By  Gilbert Parker Once in another land,     Ages ago, You were a queen, and I,     I loved you so: Where was it that we lov…

Old Memory By William Butler Yeats O thought, fly to her when the end of day Awakens an old memory, and say, 'Your strength, that is s…

Good Night By  C. J. Dennis And so, Good Night. I'm rather tired. I hardly thought I'd be required     To draw a lot of pictures, too,     Wh…

A Night in March By  Duncan Campbell Scott At eve the fiery sun went forth     Flooding the clouds with ruby blood, Up roared a war-wind from the nor…

More Strong Than Time By Victor Hugo Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet,     Since I my pallid face between your hands have…

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…

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…

To My Wife By  Duncan Campbell Scott In every heart the heart of spring     Bursts into leaf and bud; The heart of love in every heart     Leaps with…

Evening By Rainer Maria Rilke The bleak fields are asleep, My heart alone wakes; The evening in the harbour Down his red sails takes. Ni…

Love Song By Rainer Maria Rilke When my soul touches yours a great chord sings! How shall I tune it then to other things? O! That some spo…

Blue Roses By  Rudyard Kipling Roses red and roses white Plucked I for my love's delight. She would none of all my posies —  Bade me gather her b…

Death By Rainer Maria Rilke Before us great Death stands Our fate held close within his quiet hands. When with proud joy we lift Life's …

Spring (Song) By  Duncan Campbell Scott Sing me a song of the early spring, Of the yellow light where the clear air cools, Of the lithe willows bourg…