I rose, and idly sauntered to the pane, And on the March-bleak mountain bent my look; And standing there a sad review I took Of what the day had brought me. What the gain...
Next morning in the Park I took a stroll. A walk upon Mount Royal is a thing, Glorious at any time, but most of all At early morning in the opening spring,...
If one could have a hundred years to live, After the settlement of youth's unrest, A hundred years of vigorous life to give To the pursuit of what he counted best,...
If gently falls the small, soft, lazy rain, To indoor industries he shrewdly steals; And in the barn from some neglected grain The choking chaff the clattering fanner reels;...
Give me a cottage embower'd in trees, Far from the press and the din of the town; There let me loiter and live at my ease, Happier far than the King with his crown. ...
Mourn, mourn, ye spirits of the brave, for glories passed away; Mourn that the sceptre of your king should own a stranger's sway; Mourn that the crown, which graced his brow by sovereign right divine,...
The tree, with its leaves in luxuriance shading My path in the tune-yielding time of the year, Now sighs in its dirge, while its foliage, fading, Descends to its sepulchre withered and sere. ...
An April day, when skies are blue, And earth rejoices to renew Her vernal youth by lawn and lea, And sap mounts upward in the tree, And ruddy buds come bursting through;
Our hearts are set on pleasure and on gain. Fine clothes, fair houses, more and daintier bread; We have no strivings, and no hunger-pain For spiritual food; our souls are dead....
From Lapland to the land of Tamerlane, Kamchatka to the confines of the Turk, The spirit tyrants never can restrain When once awake is mightily at work. Liberty, frantic with a fearful hope,...
The roarin' game, the roarin' game, From Scotland's bonnie land it came, The land of loch and firth and ben, And comely dames and stalwart men; It crossed the broad Atlantic tide...