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A Song of Renunciation
© Seaman Owen
In the days of my season of salad, When the down was as dew on my cheek,And for French I was bred on the ballad, For Greek on the writers of Greek,--Then I sang of the rose that is ruddy, Of "pleasure that winces and stings,"Of white women and wine that is bloody, And similar things
Pro Patria
© Seaman Owen
England, in this great fight to which you go Because, where Honour calls you, go you must,Be glad, whatever comes, at least to know You have your quarrel just.
A New Profession
© Seaman Owen
My hopeless boy! when I compare (Claiming a father's right to do so)Your hollow brain, your vacuous air,With all the time, and wealth and care Lavished upon your mental trousseau;
The Links of Love
© Seaman Owen
My heart is like a driver-club, That heaves the pellet hard and straight,That carries every let and rub, The whole performance really great;My heart is like a bulger-head, That whiffles on the wily tee,Because my love has kindly said She'll halve the round of life with me
What a Friend We Have in Jesus
© Scriven Joseph Medlicott
What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear;What a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu
© Sir Walter Scott
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Pibroch of Donuil,Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan-Conuil.Come away, come away, Hark to the summons!Come in your war array, Gentles and commons.
The Girt Woak Tree
© William Barnes
The girt woak tree that's in the dell !
There's noo tree I do love so well;
Marmion: Canto 6
© Sir Walter Scott
Next morn the Baron climb'd the tower,To view afar the Scottish power, Encamp'd on Flodden edge:The white pavilions made a show,Like remnants of the winter snow, Along the dusky ridge
Marmion: Canto 5
© Sir Walter Scott
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none,He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone
The Lady of the Lake: Canto 3
© Sir Walter Scott
He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest,Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest
The Lady of the Lake: Canto 1
© Sir Walter Scott
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking:Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking
Was
© Scott Francis Reginald
Was is an Is that died in our careless handsand would not stay in its niche of time.
To Certain Friends
© Scott Francis Reginald
I see my friends now standing about me, bemused,Eyeing me dubiously as I pursue my course,Clutching their little less that is world's away.
Social Notes II, 1935
© Scott Francis Reginald
The efficiency of the capitalist systemIs rightly admired by important people
Social Notes I, 1932
© Scott Francis Reginald
"We see thee rise, O Canada, The true North, strong and free,(Tralala-lala, tralala-lala, etc. ...)
