I pass a cobbler's shop along the street And pause a moment at the door-step, where, In nature's medley, piping cool and sweet, The songs that thrill the swamps when spring is near,...
Tarry thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight's glory: Gay are the hills with song: earth's faery children leave More dim abodes to roam the primrose-hearted eve,...
Up and be doing, all who have a hand To lift, a back to bend. It must not be In times like these that vaguely linger we To air our vaunts and hopes; and leave our land ...
There was a graven image of Desire Painted with red blood on a ground of gold Passing between the young men and the old, And by him Pain, whose body shone like fire,...
Come to the casement, we'll watch the snow Softly descending on earth below, Fairer and whiter than spotless down Or the pearls that gleam in a monarch's crown, Clothing the earth in its robe's bright flow;...
The rose-tints have faded from out of the West, From the Mountain's high peak, from the river's broad breast. And, silently shadowing valley and rill, The twilight steals noiselessly over the hill....
Rest here, my horse, the night is dull, - the blood-sick stars are gone, Listen, for thou like me wert bred in far Saskatchewan. And this September night at home, under a happier sky,...
Folks has be'n to town, and Sahry Fetched 'er home a pet canary, And of all the blame', contrary, Aggervatin' things alive! I love music - that I love it When it's free - and plenty of it;...
"Love brought Me down; and cannot love make thee Carol for joy to Me? Hear cheerful robin carol from his tree, Who owes not half to Me I won for thee." ...
O the precipice Titanic Of the congregated Fall, And the angle oceanic Where the deepening thunders call - And the Gorge so grim, And the firmamental rim! Multitudinously thronging...
"Break me my bounds, and let me fly To regions vast of boundless sky; Nor I, like piteous Daphne, be Root-bound. Ah, no! I would be free As yon same bird that in its flight...
Our Lord Who did the Ox command To kneel to Judah's King, He binds His frost upon the land To ripen it for Spring, To ripen it for Spring, good sirs, According to His Word....
Fly hence, pale care, no more remember Past sorrows with the fled December, But let each pleasant cheek appear Smooth as the childhood of the year, And sing a carol here....