A treasury of Canadian verse: with brief biographical notes

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Frowde, 1900 - Poetry - 412 pages
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Page 339 - For I saw by the sickly moonlight. As I followed, bending low, That the walking of the stranger Left no foot-marks on the snow. 'Then the fear-chill gathered o'er me, Like a shroud around me cast, As I sank upon the snow-drift Where the shadow hunter passed.
Page 47 - Athrough the fields of Acadie Goes wandering, as if to know Why one beloved face should be So long from home and Acadie. Was it a year or lives ago We took the grasses in our hands, And caught the summer flying low Over the waving meadow lands, And held it there between our hands ? The while the river at our feet — A drowsy inland meadow stream — At set of sun the after-heat Made running gold, and in the gleam We freed our birch upon the stream. There down along the elms at dusk We lifted dripping...
Page 75 - O Love builds on the azure sea, And Love builds on the golden sand, And Love builds on the rose-winged cloud, And sometimes Love builds on the land! O if Love build on sparkling sea, And if Love build on golden strand, And if Love build on rosy cloud, To Love these are the solid land! O Love will build his lily walls, And Love his pearly roof will rear On cloud, or land, or mist, or sea — Love's solid land is everywhere!
Page 48 - That beckons, and they come. Oh, crooked is he, but strong enough To handle the tallest mast; From the royal barque to the slaver dark, He buries them all at last. Then hoy and rip, with a rolling hip, He makes for the nearest shore; And God, who sent him a thousand ship, Will send him a thousand more; But some he'll save for a bleaching grave, And shoulder them in to shore, — Shoulder them in, shoulder them in, Shoulder them in to shore.
Page 308 - We start, and then are still. Inexorably decreed By the ancestral deed, The puppets of our sires, We work out blind desires, And for our sons ordain, The blessing or the bane. In ignorance we stand With fate on either hand, And question stars and earth Of life, and death, and birth. With wonder in our eyes We scan the kindred skies, While through the common grass Our atoms mix and pass. We feel the sap go free When spring comes to the tree; And in our blood is stirred What warms the brooding bird....
Page 327 - O SHIP incoming from the sea With all your cloudy tower of sail, Dashing the water to the lee, And leaning grandly to the gale. The sunset pageant in the west Has filled your canvas curves with rose, And jewelled every...
Page 48 - Nor sunder soul and soul adrift. And that we took into our hands Spirit of life or subtler thing — Breathed on us there, and loosed the bands Of death, and taught us, whispering, The secret of some wonder-thing. 36 Then all your face grew light, and seemed To hold the shadow of the sun; The evening faltered, and I deemed That time was ripe, and years had done Their wheeling underneath the sun.
Page 179 - There is a beauty at the goal of life, A beauty growing since the world began, Through every age and race, through lapse and strife Till the great human soul complete her span. Beneath the waves of storm that lash and burn, The currents of blind passion that appall...
Page 171 - THE LOONS Once ye were happy, once by many a shore, Wherever Glooscap's gentle feet might stray, Lulled by his presence like a dream, ye lay Floating at rest; but that was long of yore. He was too good for earthly men ; he bore Their bitter deeds for many a patient day, And then at last he took his unseen way. He was your friend, and ye might rest no more : And now, though many hundred altering years Have passed, among the desolate northern meres Still must ye search and wander querulously, Crying...
Page 177 - The cone-flower and the marguerite; and no more Across the river's shadow-haunted floor, The paths of skimming swallows interlace. Already in the outland wilderness The forests echo with unwonted dins; In clamorous gangs the gathering woodmen press Northward, and the stern winter's toil begins. Around the long low shanties, whose rough lines Break the sealed dreams of many an unnamed lake, Already in the frost-clear morns awake The crash and thunder of the falling pines. Where the tilled earth, with...

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