Poems by William Henry Drummond
Urania, or Spiritual Poems: Sonnet 2 - Too long I followed have
... Thy nail my pen shall be, Thy blood mine ink, ...
Getting On
... Den spile de job by w'isperin', "Im afraid I spik de trut', ...
Dreams
... No siree! Dere 's only wan kin' of tabac for me ...
To William Henry Parker
... Because "there's corn in Egypt still ...
The First Part: Sonnet 4 - Fair is my yoke, though grievous be my pains,
... Sweet are my wounds, although they deeply smart, ...
Madrigal 4
... With all those ills which haunt us while we breathe ...
Bruno The Hunter
... Hell come from hees grave w'ere de pine tree crowd ...
'Poleon Dore
... "W'en you come on Rapide Cuisse, ma frien', keep raf' she's head on shore, ...
The Wind That Lifts The Fog
... * _Star of de Sout'_--did you see de light ...
The Rose Delima
... home, For she 's lef' de worl' an' all! but behin' de ...
Phil-O-Rum Juneau
... The legend which still survives in French-speaking Canada, is known as ...
Poirier's Rooster
... H-s-s-h! don't get excite, you was n't dere-- ...
Ole Docteur Fiset
... Till dey can't go on school nearly two, t'ree day ...
On Shepherds' Pipes
... Though withered--blessed grass that hath the grace ...
What doth it serve
... For what doth serve all that this world contains, ...
