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Lamentation Lamentation

Lamentation
(WALTER AND FREDDIE.)From morn to eve, from evening unto morning, I mourn and cannot rest;So mourns the mother bird when home returning She finds an empty nest.I mourn the little children of my dwelling, That are forever gone,Sorrows that mothers feel my heart is swelling, And so I make my moan.One little blossom on my bosom faded, And passed from me away,But near my door the drooping willows shaded My little boys at playMy boys that came with flying feet to meet me, And questions wondrous wise,And bits of news which they had brought... Poems - Post by : devnull - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1789

Lines To A Shamrock Lines To A Shamrock

Lines To A Shamrock
A SONG OF EXILEA withered shamrock, yet to me 'tis fair As the sweet rose to other eyes might be,Because its leaves spread in my native air, And the same land gave birth to it and me.They were as plentiful as drops of dew In our green meadows sprinkled everywhere,Heedless I wandered o'er them life was new, Now as a friend I greet thee shamrock fairBecause I dwelt with my own people then, Erin's bright eyes, and kindly hearts and true,That from my cradle loved me, and again We'll never meet--spoken our last adieuI am... Poems - Post by : purna_sekhar - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2699

Death Of D'arcy Mcgee Death Of D'arcy Mcgee

Death Of D'arcy Mcgee
He stood up in the house to speak, With calm unruffled brow,And never were his burning words More eloquent than nowFresh from the greatest victory That mortal man can winThe triumph against fearful odds. Over besetting sin'Twas this gave to his eloquence That thrilling trumpet toneMoving all hearts with those bright thoughts Vibrating through his ownThoughts strong, and wise, and statesmanlike, Warm with the love of RightThat gave his wit its keenest edge, His words their greatest mightHe little thought his last speech closed, That his career was o'er,That those who hung upon... Poems - Post by : REMbraNT - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 3414

Nora To David Herbison Nora To David Herbison

Nora To David Herbison
There's a place in the North where the bonnie broom grows,Where winding through green meadows the silver Maine flows,Every lark as it soars and sings that sweet spot knows; For the mate for whom it sings, Till the clear blue heaven rings,Is brooding on its nest mid the daisies in the grass; And that psalmist sweet, the thrush, And the linnet in the bush,Tell the children all their secrets in song as they... Poems - Post by : robinaraoz - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 780

Erin's Address To The Hon. Thomas D'arcy Mcgee Erin's Address To The Hon. Thomas D'arcy Mcgee

Erin's Address To The Hon. Thomas D'arcy Mcgee
O thou son of the dark locks and eloquent tongue,With the brain of a statesman sagacious, and strong,And the heart of a poet, half love, and half fire,Thou hast many to love thee and more to admire;But I bore thee, and nursed thee, and joyed at the fameWhich the sons of the stranger have spread round thyI am Erin, green Erin, the "Gem of the sea." (name.Listen, then, to thy mother's voice, D'Arcy McGee.Since the crown from my head, and the sceptre are goneTo the hand of the stranger, who held what he won,I have borne much of sorrow, of... Poems - Post by : forum - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1733

Addresses To Hon. Malcom Cameron Addresses To Hon. Malcom Cameron

Addresses To Hon. Malcom Cameron
By many a bard the Cameron clan is sung, Their march, their charge, their war cry, their array;Their laurels that from bloody fields have sprung, Where they have kept the sternest foes at bay.The flowing tartan and the eagle plume, The gathering, and the glories of the clan,Let others sing, we will not so presume, We bring our humble tribute to the man.The man with heart benevolent and kind, The man with earnest and persuasive tongue;Would there were many like him heart and mind To combat with this fashionable wrong;Who longs to remedy these human... Poems - Post by : dami43 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 1974

Death Of President Lincoln Death Of President Lincoln

Death Of President Lincoln
In the Capitol is mourning, Mourning and woe this day,For a nation's heart is throbbing-- A great man has passed awayIt was yester'even only Rejoicing wild and high,Waving flags and shouting people Proclaimed a victoryFor our God had led our armies, In the cause of truth and right,It was, therefore, the brave Southren Had bowed to Northern might.Then flashed o'er the land the tidings, The flush of joy to quell,Fallen is the people's hero, As William the Silent fell.The stealthy step of the panther, The tiger's cruel eye;A flash--and the wail of... Poems - Post by : Chrisgoo - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2623

Orson's Farewell Orson's Farewell

Orson's Farewell
(ORSON GROUT),One of the victims of the Southern Prisons.Sit by me comrade, thou and I have stood Shoulder to shoulder on the battle-field,And bore us there like men of British blood, But comrade this is death, and I must yield.You have been leal, my friend, and true and tried In battle, in captivity of me;Since we went up to worship side by side O'er the green hills I never more shall see.From this dread prison pen, thou shalt go forth; But I, I know it, never more shall rise,Nor see my home in the cool pleasant... Poems - Post by : ghopkins - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 683

To A Fathers Memory To A Fathers Memory

To A Fathers Memory
(J. M. D.)I thank Thee Father that I feel Thee near, That it is hand of Thine that s raised to smite,Oh, make Thy loving kindness to appear, Shall not the Judge of all the earth do right!Poor woe-worn watchers! he is going home; No skill can save him, and no love can keep;He served his generation--he is gone, And gathered to his fathers, falls asleep.We've bitter cups to drain--but his is dry; Burdens of care--but care has left his breast;Tears--but they never more shall dim his eye; Labour,--but he has entered into rest.Oh, to... Poems - Post by : jumaa - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2805

I Will Not Be Comforted Because One Is Not I Will Not Be Comforted Because One Is Not

I Will Not Be Comforted Because One Is Not
There is a gladness over all the earth,For summer is abroad in breezy mirth,Nature rejoices and the heavens are glad,And I alone am desolate and sad,For I sit mourning by an empty cot,Refusing comfort because one is not.And I will mourn because I am bereaved,Others have suffered others too have grievedOver hopes broken even as mine are broke,By a swift unexpected bitter stroke,And I must weep as weeping Jacob prest,To grieving lips his last ones princely vestYou tell me cease weeping, to resignUnto the Father's a will this will of mine,You say my lamb is on the Shepherd s breast,My flower... Poems - Post by : hhart - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2630

Alas, My Brother! Alas, My Brother!

Alas, My Brother!
(P McD)We waited for him, and the anxious days Melted to years and floated slowly byWe spoke of him kind words of lofty praise, Of yearning love and tender sympathy.We laid by what was his with reverent care-- Started in dreams to greet him coming home--But hope deferred left no relief but prayer, And heart-sore longings breathed in one word--Come.We never dreamed of murderous ambush laid By savage redskins greedy for the prey--Of him, our darling, in the forest laid Alone, alone, ebbing his life away.He who would not have harmed the meanest thing,... Poems - Post by : Morningwing - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2816

Servants Servants

Servants
They are but servants, say the words of scorning, As though they meant to say, we're finer clay,Yet, all the universe holds solemn warning, Against this pride in creatures of a dayIn fashion's last new folly, flaunting slowly, With white plumes tossing on the Sabbath airThey pass with scornful words a sister lowly. Do scornful lips know anything of prayer?Alas! poor human nature's inconsistence, Up to God's house we go, that we be fed;And there, as beggars begging for assistance, Say "Give us, Lord, this day our daily bread."Without a price, the priceless blessings buying... Poems - Post by : RavenHaze2989 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2061

A Mother's Lament For An Only One A Mother's Lament For An Only One

A Mother's Lament For An Only One
(CLARISSA HARLOW)Seek not to calm my grief, To stay the falling tear;Have pity on me, ye my friends, The hand of God is here.She was my only one, Oh, then my love how great!Now she is gone, my heart and home Are empty desolateI thought not, in my love That we were doomed to part,Now I am childless, and my fate Falls heavy on my heartO Thou who gave the gift, Who took the gift away,Who only can heal up the wound, Give answer while I pray!Do Thou send comfort down, All... Poems - Post by : smiler - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 3423

How Prince Arthur Was Welcomed To Pembroke How Prince Arthur Was Welcomed To Pembroke

How Prince Arthur Was Welcomed To Pembroke
Do you know the town Pembroke so loyal and longAnd so worthy the praise of a poet in song?Nestled down by the lake shore, that ripples and shines,And hemmed in by the hills with their crowning of pines.Now this town is that town so wondrous and fair,Long thought to be but a chateau in the air,Where the sons are all brave and the daughters all fair.You may guess what great gladness there rang down the street,Where the wise and the witty so neighbourly meet,To compare their opinions to hear something new,As their friends the Athenians of old used to do,When the... Poems - Post by : Jazzery - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2337

The Lake Allumette The Lake Allumette

The Lake Allumette
"One is not."Have you seen the beautiful Allumette, The magnificent pine-fringed lake,In its splendour the sun about to set, Ere the fair lady moon awake.The waters are tinged with a golden glow, With rose and ruby and purple bars;Heaven's mantle flung on the lake below Till it fades off beneath the stars.The distant hills, robed in violet mist Of the heavenly hues partake,As they stand, with the sunlight crowned and kissed, On guard round the beautiful lake.Over the waters ride gay little boats, Diamonds flash from the dipping oars;Laughter and song's mingled melody floats... Poems - Post by : theskybi - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 3400

Ottawa Ottawa

Ottawa
Hail! to the city sitting as a queenEnthroned a cataract on either hand,The voice of many waters in her ears,And the great river tranquil at her feet,Smoothing his locks and all his foamy maneAfter his wild leap from the rifted rocks,And while he fawns about her feet, she sitsA young Cybele diademed with towers,So young yet on her sandals there is blood,And all the river will not wash it outSpilt at her feet for being true to her,So young, and well she doth become her state,We look, and know her born to be a queen,Before the mother finger o'er the seaTouched... Poems - Post by : goofyrat - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2408

A Legend Of Buckingham Village A Legend Of Buckingham Village

A Legend Of Buckingham Village
PART IAway up on the River aux Lievres, That is foaming and surging always,And from rock to rock leaping through rapids, Which are curtained by showers of spray;That is eddying, whirling and chasing All the white swells that break on the shore;And then dashing and thundering onward, With the sound of a cataract's roar.And up here is the Buckingham village, Which is built on these waters of strife,It was here that the minister Babin, Stood and preached of the Gospel of Life,Of the message of love and of mercy, The glad tidings of freedom... Poems - Post by : nojobneeded - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2079

A Story Of Plantagenet A Story Of Plantagenet

A Story Of Plantagenet
In the small Village of St Joseph, below the City of Ottawa, still lives or did live very recently, an ancient couple, whole story is told in the following lines.PART ILays of fair dames of lofty birth, And golden hair alt richly curled;Of knights that venture life for love, Suit poets of the older world.We wilt not fill our simple rhymes, With diamond flash, or gleaming pearl;In singing of the by-gone times;We simply sing the love and faith,Outliving absence, strong as death,Of one Jow-born Canadian girl.'Twas long ago the rapid spring Had scarce given place to summer... Poems - Post by : rosalindgardner - Date : November 2011 - Author : Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall - Read : 2640