Emily Pauline Johnson Poems |
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Was a Canadian writer and performer.
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Emily Pauline Johnson's poems
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"Wreck and stray and castaway."--SWINBURNE.
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Cards, and swords, and a lady's love,
That is a tale worth reading,
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What saw you in your flight to-day,
Crows, awinging your homeward way?
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Not of the seething cities with their swarming human hives,
Their fetid airs, their reeking streets, their dwarfed and poisoned lives,
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At Crow's Nest Pass the mountains rend
Themselves apart, the rivers wend
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Captive! Is there a hell to him like this?
A taunt more galling than the Huron's hiss?
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We first saw light in Canada, the land beloved of God;
We are the pulse of Canada, its marrow and its blood:
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It is the blood-hued maple straight and strong,
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And then the sound of marching armies 'woke
Amid the branches of the soldier oak,
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A dash of yellow sand,
Wind-scattered and sun-tanned;
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Who is it lacks the knowledge' Who are the curs that dare
To whine and sneer that they do not fear the whelps in the Lion's lair'
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Halifax sits on her hills by the sea
In the might of her pride,--
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Rating: 5.00
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Up the dusk-enfolded prairie,
Foot-falls, soft and sly,
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Rating: 4.00
Votes: 1 |
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Hard by the Indian lodges, where the bush
Breaks in a clearing, through ill-fashioned fields,
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Rating: 5.00
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Unknown to you, I walk the cheerless shore.
The cutting blast, the hurl of biting brine
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