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The Onondaga Madonna
© Duncan Campbell Scott
She stands full-throated and with careless pose,This woman of a weird and waning race,The tragic savage lurking in her face,Where all her pagan passion burns and glows;Her blood is mingled with her ancient foes,And thrills with war and wildness in her veins;Her rebel lips are dabbled with the stainsOf feuds and forays and her father's woes
Stanzas To The Po
© George Gordon Byron
River, that rollest by the ancient walls,
Where dwells the lady of my love, when she
Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls
A faint and fleeting memory of me;
The Message
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Wind of the gentle summer night,
Dwell in the lilac tree,
Sway the blossoms clustered light,
Then blow over to me.
Tightrope Walker
© Vernon Scannell
High on the thrilling strand he dances
Laved in white light. The smudged chalk faces
The Height of Land
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Here is the height of land:
The watershed on either hand
Goes down to Hudson Bay
Or Lake Superior;
Withstanders
© William Barnes
When weakness now do strive wi' might
In struggles ov an e'thly trial,
The Half-breed Girl
© Duncan Campbell Scott
She is free of the trap and the paddle,
The portage and the trail,
But something behind her savage life
Shines like a fragile veil.
The Forsaken
© Duncan Campbell Scott
I
Once in the winter
Out on a lake
In the heart of the north-land,
Walcheren Expedition
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
Ye brave, enduring Englishmen,
Who dash through fire and flood,
Stone Breaking
© Duncan Campbell Scott
March wind rough
Clashed the trees,
Flung the snow;
Breaking stones,
The Ghosts Of The Trees
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
My brow I thrust,
Through sultry dust,
That the lean wolf howl'd upon;
I drove my tides,
Between the sides,
Of the bellowing canon.
Rapids at Night
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Here at the roots of the mountains,
Between the sombre legions of cedars and tamaracks,
The rapids charge the ravine:
A little light, cast by foam under starlight,
Rain and the Robin
© Duncan Campbell Scott
A ROBIN in the morning,
In the morning early,
Sang a song of warning,
"There'll be rain, there'll be rain."
Reading Pornography in Old Age
© Howard Nemerov
Unbridled licentiousness with no holds barred,
Immediate and mutual lust, satisfiable
In the heat, upon demand, aroused again
And satisfied again, lechery unlimited.
Permanence
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Set within a desert lone,
Circled by an arid sea,
Stands a figure carved in stone,
Where a fountain used to be.
Little Croodlin Doo
© Eugene Field
Ho, pretty bee, did you see my croodlin doo?
Ho, little lamb, is she jinkin' on the lea?
Ho, bonnie fairy, bring my dearie back to me-
Got a lump o' sugar an' a posie for you,
Only bring back my wee, wee croodlin doo!
Ode for the Keats Centenary
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Where, searching through the ferny breaks,
The moose-fawns find the springs;
Where the loon laughs and diving takes
Her young beneath her wings;
Song of A Poor Pilgrim
© George MacDonald
Roses all the rosy way!
Roses to the rosier west
Where the roses of the day
Cling to night's unrosy breast!
Night Hymns on Lake Nipigon
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Here in the midnight, where the dark mainland and island
Shadows mingle in shadow deeper, profounder,
Sing we the hymns of the churches, while the dead water
Whispers before us.
