#CanadianWriters
When did you sink to your dreamles… Out there in your thunder bed? Where the tempests sweep, And the waters leap, And the storms rage overhead.
And then the sound of marching arm… Amid the branches of the soldier o… And tempests ceased their warring… The lashing storms that muttered,… Choked by the heralding of battle…
We first saw light in Canada, the… We are the pulse of Canada, its m… And we, the men of Canada, can fa… That we were born in Canada benea… Few of us have the blood of kings,…
(NEW BRUNSWICK) The long red flats stretch open to… Breathing their moisture on the A… The seaweeds cling with flesh-like… The rocks give shelter that the sa…
Unknown to you, I walk the cheerl… The cutting blast, the hurl of bit… May freeze, and still, and bind th… Ere you will ever know, O! Heart… That I have sought, reflected in…
The sun’s red pulses beat, Full prodigal of heat, Full lavish of its lustre unrepres… But we have drifted far From where his kisses are,
‘Yes, sir, it’s quite a story, tho… But such things happened often whe… And the trapper tilted back his ch… ‘I ain’t thought of it neither fer… Although it used to haunt me in th…
Night ‘neath the northern skies, l… Naught but the starlight lies ’twi… Of man no need has he, of God, no… He and his Deity are brothers the… Above his bivouac the firs fling d…
To none the city bends a servile k… Purse-proud and scornful, on her h… And at her feet the great white mo… Shoulders incessantly the grey-gol… One the Almighty’s child since ti…
The lost wind wandering, forever g… Low overhead, Above grey mosses whispering of le… Fallen and dead. And through the lonely night sweep…
There is a lonely minor chord that… Faintly and far along the forest w… When the firs finger faintly on th… Of that rare violin the night wind… Just as it whispered once to you a…
From out the west, where darkling… The 'waking wind pipes soft its ri… From out the west, o’erhung with f… The wind preludes with sighs its r… Then blowing, singing, piping, lau…
At Crow’s Nest Pass the mountain… Themselves apart, the rivers wend A lawless course about their feet, And breaking into torrents beat In useless fury where they blend
A thin wet sky, that yellows at th… And meets with sun-lost lip the ma… The pools low lying, dank with mos… Glint through their mildews like l… Among the wild rice in the still l…
The autumn afternoon is dying o’er The quiet western valley where I… Beneath the maples on the river sh… Where tinted leaves, blue waters a… Environ all; and far above some bi…