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Gone (the Heavens Look Down With Chilly Frown) Gone (the Heavens Look Down With Chilly Frown)

Gone (the Heavens Look Down With Chilly Frown)
The heavens look down with chilly frown,The sun blinks oot wi' watery e'e,The drift flies fast upon the blast,The naked trees moan shiveringly.The sun is gone, by mists withdrawn,Muffling his head in snow-clouds grey,The earth turns white, against the night,The laden winds drive furiously.The flowers are slain that graced the plain,The earth is locked wi' bitter frost;And my heart cries to stormy skiesAfter the dreary loved and lost.The spring will come, the flowers will bloom,The leaves in beauty clothe the tree,But never more, oh, never more,Will my lost darling come to me.Beyond the skies her happy eyesLook fearlessly in eyes Divine;The... Poems - Post by : Huwtest - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 3238

To Annie On Her Birthday To Annie On Her Birthday

To Annie On Her Birthday
Sister, sweet sister, years have passed away, Since first, 'mid warm hearts, sunny, frank and true,I commenced rhyming on thy natal day, On the green sod where Erin's shamrock grew.'Twas in that age that ne'er returns again, Whose tears are but as dew on Summer flowers;And young, warm hearts beat kindly round us then, And eyes beamed brightly, answering love to oursAnd now an exile from my native land, Thinking of well remembered, loved Grace Hill,To mine own sister verses I will send, Worthless, yet proving that I love her stillIt is thy birthday, and... Poems - Post by : okday - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2221

The Orphan's Good-bye The Orphan's Good-bye

The Orphan's Good-bye
When my heart was sad and lonely, And had closed its inmost cellOver the impulsive feelings That rule my nation's hearts too well.When the tie was cut asunder, That had bound me to a home,And I felt the desolation Of being in the world alone;When I first, the veil assuming, Masked before a treacherous world,And the hopes romance expanded Reality had sternly furled;And the touch of disappointment, Blighted what was green and fair,And the spirit's bright revealings Are not so hopeful as they were.Precious are the words of kindness, Falling on the... Poems - Post by : griffijl - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2925

To J W To J W

To J W
Dear Jane you say you will gather flowersTo win if you may a verse from meCan you bring to me those brillant hoursWhen life was gladdened by poesy?Bring me the rose with pearls on her breast,Dropped down as tears from early skies,Pale lilies gather among the restAnd little daisies, with starry eyesThe heart's-ease bring for many a dayIn vain for that flow'ret fair I soughtTurn not your gathering hand awayFrom the wee blue flower, forget me notUnless inspiration on them restIn vain you tempt me to rise and singThe passage bird that sang in my breastHas fled away with my life's... Poems - Post by : talljim - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1095

Thoughts Thoughts

Thoughts
I am glad when men of genius Array a common thought,In imperishable beauty That it cannot be forgot.The heart thoughts all bright and burnished By high poetic art,As sweet as the wood-bird's warble Touching the very heart.Have not I, poor workday mortal, Some thoughts of living light,In the spirit's inner chambers, Moving with spirit might?And they come in the fair spring time Of heart and life and year,When sweet Nature's wild rejoicings, Draws votaries very nearTo the heart of all that's lovely On earth and in the sky;Making audible the music... Poems - Post by : nichols74 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2708

Isabel Isabel

Isabel
(ISABELLA STEWART)Heart of mine, by thy quick beating, Thou knowest Isabel is near,And the gladness of the greeting Dims my eye with rapture's tear.Heart of mine, each beat will tellHow I love young Isabel.When I first beheld the maiden, So fair to see, so sweet to bless,I, a stranger, sorrow laden, Arrested by her loveliness,Then I thought some hand would set,On that brow a coronet.She had grace all hearts beguiling, She had the wealth of silken hair,And sweet lips, half proud, half smiling, Neck of snow and bosom fair,And each eye a sapphire gemFor a... Poems - Post by : alanls - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1230

To Isabel (since Ere I Left My Native Isle) To Isabel (since Ere I Left My Native Isle)

To Isabel (since Ere I Left My Native Isle)
(ISABELLA STEWART)Since ere I left my native isle,My childhood's home, life's happy smileAnd crossed the separating seas,Nothing my lonely heart could pleaseTill now--and oh, I cannot tellHow I admire thee, Isabel!There are, in my dear island green,Most lovely faces to be seen,Beautiful eyes, with kindly glee,Beamed there in laughing love on meNow I'm alone from day to day,They're all three thousand miles away.A stranger's face each face I see,And every eye is cold to me,No friendly voice, no kind caress,No spell to break the loneliness,Until I fell beneath the spellOf thy rare beauty, IsabelI watch thee from my window paneIn hopes... Poems - Post by : Iceman - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 736

To Anne On Her Birthday To Anne On Her Birthday

To Anne On Her Birthday
Let mirth and joy a season reign And sorrow flee awaySadness were perfect sin it is My Anne's natal dayAnd now a birthday rhyme for her This sister of my ownAccept the song then for my sake Sister and only oneSo long we've lived together here Our hopes and fears the sameLike two of autumn's last grown leaves Last of our race and nameThe past we know its grief and joy Its pleasure and its painBut know not what may happen ere Your birthday comes againShall we be cradled in the deep... Poems - Post by : wruger - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2625

Separation Separation

Separation
ELIZABETH TO WALTERHe has come and he has gone, Meeting, parting, both are o'er;And I feel the same dull pain,Aching heart and throbbing brain Coming o'er me once againThat I often felt before.For he is my father's son, And, in childhood's loving timeHe and I so lone, so young,No twin blossoms ever sprung,No twin cherries ever clung, Closer than his heart and mine.He is changed, ah me! ah me! Have we then a different aim?Shall earth's glory or its goldMake his heart to mine grow cold?Or can new love kill the old? Leaving me for... Poems - Post by : rezaloans - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2556

Answer To Burns' Address To The De'il Answer To Burns' Address To The De'il

Answer To Burns' Address To The De'il
O thou wild rantin' wicked wit;Are thy works, thy fame livin' yet?Will thae daft people never quit An ne'er ha'e doneDisturbin' me in my black pit Wi' Burn's fun.Though mony years ha'e fled awaySin' thou wert buried in the clay,Thy rhymes, unto this vera day, Are mair than laws;Thy name's set up on... Poems - Post by : rbaldwin - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1272

Children's Song Children's Song

Children's Song
We little children join to praiseThe Holy Child of endless days.The Lord of glory undefiledWas once like us a little child.Chorus.-- "Sweetly, sweetly, sweetly singing, Let us praise him, praise him, praise him, bringing Happy voices, voices, voices ringing Like the songs of the angels round the throne." He hears the ravens when they call,He sees the little sparrows fall,He heard the little children singHosanna to the Saviour King.... Poems - Post by : Redrocks - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1766

First Love First Love

First Love
(A. S.) 1845.We met--he was a stranger, His foot was free to roam;I was a simple maiden, Who had never left my home.He was a noble scion Of the green Highland pine,To a strange soil transplanted, Far from his native climeAnd well his bearing pleased me, For I had never seenKeener eye, or smile more sunlit, Or more dignity of mien.His brow was fair and lofty, Bright was his clustering hair;I marvelled that to other eyes He seemed not half so fairHis it was to plead with men, With "Thus my Lord... Poems - Post by : proudpuppie - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1004

To My Valentine To My Valentine

To My Valentine
1844.Adieu! Adieu! may angels guard thee, Hovering near thee night and day,For all thy good deeds God reward thee, The rest forgive and blot away.May no gift nor grace be missing, May He all on thee confer,And add a heartfelt prayer and blessing From the distant wanderer.O'er the trackless, foaming ocean, In weal or woe, ever shall beMingled in my heart's devotion Many a prayer for thine and thee.What tho' across thy memory never Shall flit my once familiar name,Hallowed by distance, thine for ever, Memory shall conjure up again.All thy follies ever... Poems - Post by : Raphael_Love - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 3473

The Adieu To Eliza The Adieu To Eliza

The Adieu To Eliza
The night was bright and beautiful, The dew was on the flower,The stars were keeping watch, it was The lover's parting hour.The night wind rippled o'er the wave, The moon shone on the two,The boat was waiting, part they must, "Eliza, love, adieu!""You know how fondly I have loved, How long, how true, how dear,And though fate sends me far away My heart will linger here."Bright hope, the lover's comfort, can Alone my heart console,Or soothe the pain of parting with The empress of my soul."When other suitors vainly talk Of fondly... Poems - Post by : mdcovell - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2611

The Bible, Written To ---- With One The Bible, Written To ---- With One

The Bible, Written To ---- With One
The book of life to thee is given,To warn of death, to guide to Heaven.Wanderer on the wild astray,Here wilt thou find the King's highway.Has thy soul suffered, hunger, pain,Trying to feed on husks in vain?Here thou wilt find the palace fair,Where there is bread enough to spareThou'lt find where living waters roll,To satisfy the fainting soul.Thou hast been thirsty, very sore,Here come and drink and thirst no more,Thou'lt find the pearl of greatest priceHid in the Master's promises.And so this book to thee is givenTo warn of hell, to guide to Heaven.GRACE HILL, 1842.(The end)Margaret Moran D. McDougall's poem: Bible,... Poems - Post by : walmergreen - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 632

Juvenile Verses, On The Birth Of Albert Edward, Prince Of Wales Juvenile Verses, On The Birth Of Albert Edward, Prince Of Wales

Juvenile Verses, On The Birth Of Albert Edward, Prince Of Wales
Sing and rejoice, With heart and voice,An heir is born to the British Crown, A royal son, A princely one,One born to glory and renown. A nation's mirth Rose at his birth,On every side great joy prevails, The nation's joy,... Poems - Post by : EzExtraDollars - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1940

A Satire, A Humble Imitation A Satire, A Humble Imitation

A Satire, A Humble Imitation
The rage for writing has spread far and wide,Letters on letters now are multiplied,And every mortal, who can hold a pen,Aspires in haste to teach his fellow men.Paper in wasted reams, and seas of ink.Prove how they write who never learned to think;Some who have talents--some who have not sense;Some who to decency make no pretence;But, skilled in arts which better men deceive,They spread the slander which they don't believe.A township turned to scribblers is a sight!Venting their malice all in black and white,And with, apparently, no other aimThan merely to be foaming out their shame.--My own, my beautiful, my pride,I... Poems - Post by : belmondo - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 797

The Iroquois Side Of The Story The Iroquois Side Of The Story

The Iroquois Side Of The Story
I, an Iroquois brave,Speak from my forest grave,Where by Utawa's wave I sleep in glory.Listen, pale faces, then,Let years roll back again,While of Iroquois men I tell the story,We were the foremost race,That roamed the forest space;None stood before our face, Rousing our fierce wrath;By Stadacona's steep,Where Santee's waters sleep,Prairie broad, valley deep, Have been our war path.Eries by inland seas,Mountain bred Cherokees,Of us, Hodenosaunees, With fear grew frantic;Feared us who made their home,Under the pinetrees... Poems - Post by : newengland - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 950

What Went Ye Out For To See? What Went Ye Out For To See?

What Went Ye Out For To See?
On Jordan's banks gathered an eager crowd, The Royal city poured its dwellers out;The vintage was untouched in Ephraim; No fisher's boat from Magdala put out.Up from Engedi's fountain, down the slope Of terraced Olivet, an eager throng,Filled with one purpose, one absorbing hope, Unto the Jordan take their way along.The priestly robe, the saintly Pharisee, The publican, the sinner, all were there,The doubting, sneering, questioning Sadducee, Just risen from his seat, the scorner's chair.All carried there the consciousness of sin; A wish for some one having power to save;Ready to do some great... Poems - Post by : vjpsb - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1490

Gone (mournfully, Mournfully) Gone (mournfully, Mournfully)

Gone (mournfully, Mournfully)
Mournfully, mournfully All around me are crying,For my dark-eyed baby boy Is dying, dyingTenderly, tenderly To him I am clinging,But he slips from my fond arms, Death bells are ringingJoyfully, joyfully Angels are receivingMy babe--by the empty cot I must sit grieving.(The end)Margaret Moran D. McDougall's poem: Gone... Poems - Post by : Robins - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 901