Canadian Thames, by James McIntyre
Westward it winds past each town,
Growing bro...
Westward it winds past each town,
Growing bro...
In the land of woods and lakes,
Pure happines...
IN the splendid casket of its scarlet lining
H...
Oh, late to come but long to sing,
My little...
The strident hum of sickle-bar,
Like giant in...
MAUD MULLER, on a summer's day,
Raked the m...
I WISH for nothing more
Than my emotion of now...
This terror, then, this darkness of the mind,...
A daisied meadow lying fair under a summer sky;...
When lately I offer'd Eunica to kiss,
She fle...
THERE is great mystery, Simone,
In the fores...
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and neve...
"In the night His Song shall be with me." --P...
LOVE'S daughters bend above the silent source, ...
Never engage with a poltroon or craven--
Avoid...
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?...
Over There, World War II...