#Canadians #Women
We were out on the hills that nigh… To watch our sheep; Drowsily by the fire we lay Where the waning flame did flicker… And some were weary and half aslee…
When the sun sets over the long bl… I spring from my couch of rest, And I hurtle and boom over league… That toss in the weltering west, I pipe a hymn to the headlands hig…
A wide-spring meadow in a rosy daw… Bedropt with virgin buds; an orien… Fleeced with a dappled cloud but h… A mad wind blowing by, O’er slopes of rippling grass and…
Searching the pile of corpses the victors found four Frenchmen still breathing. Three had scarcely a spark of life . . . the fourth seemed likely to survive and they reserved him for...
Lo, find we here when the ripe day… A kingdom of enchantment by the sh… Behold the sky with early stars as… A jewelled flagon brimmed with pur… Like a dumb poet’s soul the troubl…
When I am dead I would that ye make my bed On that low-lying, windy waste by… Where the silvery grasses rustle a… There, where the crisp
Hate is only Love that has mis… Had it been when I came to the va… Chance had led my feet to the way… I might have cherished you well, h… Great as my hatred is, so might my…
Come, let us to the sunways of the… Hasten, while crystal dews the ros… Let us dream dreams again in our b… O’er whispering wold and hill. Castles of air yon wimpling valley…
Beloved, this the heart I offer t… Is purified from old idolatry, From outworn hopes, and from the l… Of passion’s dregs, by penitential… Take thou it, then, and fill it up…
Comrades, up! Let us row down str… While far in the clear north-west… Before us the sun will rise, deep-… It is well to meet him thus, with… The wakening birds will sing for u…
Over the fields we go, through the… That letters a message for us as f… Before us the dells are abloom, an… Feeling its kinship with us in lor… Out of the valleys of moonlight el…
I walked to-day, but not alone, Adown a windy, sea-girt lea, For memory, spendthrift of her cha… Peopled the silent lands for me. The faces of old comradeship
We shall launch our shallop on wat… We shall sail with the magic of du… Over oceans that stretch to the su… And our pilot shall be the vesper… The sirens will call to us again,…
I know a place for loitering feet Deep in the valley where the breez… Makes melody in lichened boughs, And murmurs low love-litanies. There slender harebells nod and dr…
As my letter must be brief, I’ll at once state my belief, And this it is—that, since the wor… And Adam first did say, “'Twas Eve led me astray,”
