’Tis morning now, yet silently I… Uplift the curtain with a weary ha… Look out while darkness overspread… And long for day. Calm peace is frighted with my moo…

Lady Lorgnette, of the lifted las… The curling lip and the dainty nos… The shell-like ear where the jewel… The arching brow and the languid p… The rare old lace and the subtle s…

Lent gathers up her cloak of sombr… In her reluctant hands. Her beauty heightens, fairest in i… As pensively she stands Awaiting Easter’s benediction fal…

I am Ojistoh, I am she, the wife Of him whose name breathes bravery… And courage to the tribe that call… I am Ojistoh, his white star, and… Is land, and lake, and sky—and sou…

(NEW BRUNSWICK) The long red flats stretch open to… Breathing their moisture on the A… The seaweeds cling with flesh-like… The rocks give shelter that the sa…

Born on the breast of the prairie,… Robed in the wealth of her wheat-l… Affluence knocks at her gateways,… Nuggets of gold are her acres, yie… Dream of the hungry millions, dawn…

Hard by the Indian lodges, where… Breaks in a clearing, through ill-… She comes to labour, when the firs… Of autumn follows large and recent… Age in her fingers, hunger in her…

Cards, and swords, and a lady’s lo… That is a tale worth reading, An insult veiled, a downcast glove… And rapiers leap unheeding. And ’tis O! for the brawl,

Methinks I see your mirror frame, Ornate with photographs of them. Place mine therein, for, all the s… I’ll have my little laughs at them… For girls may come, and girls may…

The lost wind wandering, forever g… Low overhead, Above grey mosses whispering of le… Fallen and dead. And through the lonely night sweep…

The autumn afternoon is dying o’er The quiet western valley where I… Beneath the maples on the river sh… Where tinted leaves, blue waters a… Environ all; and far above some bi…

A meadow brown; across the yonder… A zigzag fence is ambling; here a… Of underbush has cleft its course… Till where beyond it staggers up a… The long, grey rails stretch in a…

Halifax sits on her hills by the s… In the might of her pride,— Invincible, terrible, beautiful, s… With a sword at her side. To right and to left of her, battl…

And only where the forest fires ha… Scorching relentlessly the cool no… A sweet wild flower lifts its purp… And, like some gentle spirit sorro… It hides the scars with almost hum…

Not of the seething cities with th… Their fetid airs, their reeking st… Not of the buried yesterdays, but… The glory and the gateway of the y… The Northern Lights dance down he…