Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
Born in January 10, 1860 / Died in November 26, 1943 / Canada / English
Poems by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
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Ave! (An Ode for the Shelley Centenary, 1892)
... Till the slow signs recede,And ominously scarlet dawns afarThe day he leads his legions forth to war ...
Bat, Bat, Come Under my Hat
... e had been poorer,And laughter unsurer,And the shadow of death securer,By lack of this brief history ...
Canada
... e With strangers housed, in stranger lands, --And some Canadian lips are dumb Beneath Egyptian sands ...
The Cow Pasture
... want stirs, when the soul's cravings urge, The strong earth strengthens, and the clean heavens purge ...
The Departing of Gluskâp
... beast a strangeNew tongue! Then rose they all and fled apart,Nor met again in council from that day ...
An Epitaph for a Husbandman
... een, growing things Lean kindly to his sleep, --White roots and wandering strings, Closer they creep ...
The Frosted Pane
... And fugitives of grass, --White spirits loosed from bonds of mortal birth, He drew them on the glass ...
The Great and Little Weavers
... the high dream summon in vain, --For the great and the little weaversAre weaving in heart and brain ...
The Herring Weir
... e old reluctant way, The red flats are uncovered, mile on mile, To glitter in the sun a golden while ...
The Iceberg
... many coloured light,And I breathed up my soul into the airAnd merged forever in the all-solvent sea ...
In an Old Barn
... Forget the snows that whelm their pasture streams,The frost that bites the world beyond their walls ...
Monition
... with startled eyes And hurried on their way,As if they had been called, and told How brief their day ...
O Earth, Sufficing All our Needs
... lindness have I been, Not comprehending what your tender calls,Veiled promises and reassurance, mean ...
Philander's Song
... y the gay, delicious measureI mused that lips were made for love, And love to charm a poet's leisure ...
The Potato Harvest
... flyIn from the wide flats where the spent tides mournTo yon their rocking roosts in pines wind-torn ...
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