The Canadian Birthday Book : with Poetical Selections for Every Day in the Year, from Canadian Writers, English and FrenchC. Blackett Robinson, 1887 - 415 pages |
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Page 292 - C'est le vieux Canadien à son poste rendu! Le canon de la France a réveillé cette ombre, Qui vient, sortant soudain de sa demeure sombre, Saluer le drapeau si longtemps attendu. Et le vieux soldat croit, illusion touchante ! Que la France, longtemps de nos rives absente, Y ramène aujourd'hui ses guerriers triomphants, Et que sur notre fleuve elle est encor maîtresse: Son cadavre poudreux tressaille d'allégresse, Et lève vers le ciel ses bras reconnaissants.
Page 362 - Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all. Dark matrix she, from which the human soul Has its last birth; whence it, with misty thews Close knitted in her blackness, issues out Strong for immortal toil up such great heights As crown o'er crown rise through Eternity.
Page 346 - In this shrill moon the scouts of winter ran From the ice-belted north, and whistling shafts Struck maple and struck sumach — and a blaze Ran swift from leaf to leaf, from bough to bough; Till round the forest flash'da belt of flame And inward lick'd its tongues of red and gold To the deep, tranced inmost heart of all.
Page 356 - For every silver ringing blow Cities and palaces shall grow." '• Bite deep and wide, O Axe, the tree ! Tell wider prophecies to me.
Page 220 - IN MY HEART IN my heart are many chambers through which I wander free ; Some are furnished, some are empty, some are sombre, some are light ; Some are open to all comers, and of some I keep the key, And I enter in the stillness of the night.
Page 140 - Malo hailed him home again, cheer answering to cheer. He told them of a region, hard, iron-bound, and cold, Nor seas of pearl abounded, nor mines of shining gold ; Where the wind from Thule freezes the word upon the lip, And the ice in spring comes sailing athwart the early ship ; He told them of the...
Page 226 - Thro' limpid currents stealing up, And rounding to the pearly cup. Thou dost desire, With all thy trembling heart of sinless fire, But to be filled With dew distilled From clear, fond skies that in their gloom Hold, floating high, thy sister moon. Pale chalice of a sweet perfume, Whiter-breasted than a dove, To thee the dew is — love...
Page 190 - Un Canadien errant, Banni de ses foyers, Parcourait en pleurant Des pays étrangers. Un jour, triste et pensif, Assis au bord des flots, Au courant fugitif II...
Page 398 - THE moon that now is shining In skies so blue and bright, Shone ages since on Shepherds Who watched their flocks by night. There was no sound upon the earth, The azure air was still, The sheep in quiet clusters lay Upon the grassy hill. When lo ! a white-winged Angel The watchers stood before, And told how Christ was born on earth For mortals to adore ; He bade the trembling Shepherds Listen, nor be afraid, And told how in a manger The glorious Child was laid. When suddenly in the Heavens Appeared...
Page 50 - Bright thine hair as days that up the ether swims. Surely I have seen the majesty and wonder, Beauty, might and splendour of the soul of song ; Surely I have felt the spell that lifts asunder Soul from body, when lips faint and thought is strong ; Surely I have heard The ample silence stirred By intensest music from no throat of...