Far as the eye can see the land is grey, And desolation sits among the stones Looking on ruin who, from rocks like bones, Stares with a dead face at the dying day....
Over the bay as our boat went sailing Under the skies of Augustine, Far to the East lay the ocean paling Under the skies of Augustine.-- There, in the boat as we sat together,...
The world goes up and the world goes down, And the sunshine follows the rain; And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown Can never come over again, Sweet wife: No, never come over again. ...
Dear Dolly! who does not recall The thrilling page that pictured all Those charms that held our sense in thrall Just as the artist caught her, As down that English lane she tripped,...
The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn And the snore of the night in my ear.
My Dolphin, you only guide me by surprise, a captive as Racine, the man of craft, drawn through his maze of iron composition by the incomparable wandering voice of Ph'dre....
Take any life you choose and study it: It gladdens, troubles, changes many lives. The life goes out, how many things result? Fate drops a stone, and to the utmost shores The circles spread. ...
Sequestered in their calm domestic bower, They sat together. He in manhood's prime And she a matron in her fullest flower. The mantel clock gave forth a warning chime....
When found the rose delight in her fair hue? Color is nothing to this world; 'tis I That see it. Farther, I have found, my soul, That trees are nothing to their fellow trees;...
Where the purple-vestured mountains Bear their summits crowned with snow, Haughty lords of all the riches In the rocks and streams below; Tow'ring to the azure heavens, Frowning on the sapphire sea:...
Rejoice, O Canada, rejoice, On this thy natal day; In East and West lift up thy voice, And to thy children say: "Behold me now to stature sprung; Acclaim my second birth; A Nation now I stand among...
Ah, my Giacinto, he's no ruddy rogue, Is not Cinone? What, to-day we're eight? Seven and one's eight, I hope, old curly-pate! Branches me out his verb-tree on the slate, Amo -as -avi -atum -are -ans,...
DONAL' CAMPBELL Donal' Bane sailed away across the ocean With the tartans of Clan Gordon, to the Indies' distant shore, But on Dargai's lonely hill-side, Donal' Campbell met the foeman, And the glen of Athol...
By the side of a moss Lived young Donald Ross, Among the heathery hills And the mountain rills, In a snug little cot Content with his lot He never knew sorrow With his wife and wee Flora....