Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

(January 12, 1829 – September 20, 1879 / Canada)

Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon Poems

1. To My First Born 4/20/2010
2. To A Young Girl With An Album 4/20/2010
3. The Tryst Of The Sachem’s Daughter 4/20/2010
4. The Two Birth Nights 4/20/2010
5. The Shepherdess Of The Arno 4/20/2010
6. The Emigrants’ Monument At Point St. Charles 4/20/2010
7. The Death Of The Pauper Child 4/20/2010
8. The Emigrant’s Address To America 4/20/2010
9. The Blind Man Of Jericho 4/20/2010
10. The Child’s Dream 4/20/2010
11. Moonlight Reveries 4/20/2010
12. Tribute To The Memory Of The Rev. Sister The Nativity, Foundress Of The Convent Of Villa Maria 4/20/2010
13. Welcome To Our Canadian Spring 4/20/2010
14. The Whispers Of Time 4/20/2010
15. The Wood Fairy’s Well 4/20/2010
16. To A Beautiful Child On Her Birthday With A Wreath Of Flowers 4/20/2010
17. The White Maiden And The Indian Girl 4/20/2010
18. The Voices Of The Death Chamber 4/20/2010
19. The Young Novice 4/20/2010
20. Time’s Changes In A Household 4/20/2010
21. The Sunset Thoughts Of A Dying Child 4/20/2010
22. The Huron Chief’s Daughter 4/20/2010
23. The Clouds That Promise A Glorious Morrow 4/20/2010
24. The Purification 4/20/2010
25. Rejoicing After The Battle Of Inkerman 4/20/2010
26. Given And Taken 4/20/2010
27. Harry (Engaged To Be Married) To Charley (Who Is Not) 4/20/2010
28. The Choice Of Sweet Shy Clare 4/20/2010
29. The Girl Martyr 4/20/2010
30. The Recollect Church 4/20/2010
31. The Magdalen At The Madonna’s Shrine 4/20/2010
32. The Soldier’s Death 4/20/2010
33. The Transplanted Rose Tree 4/20/2010
34. The Village Girl And Her High-Born Suitor 4/20/2010
35. The Young Greek Odalisque 4/20/2010
36. When Will It End? 4/20/2010
37. Virgin Of Bethlehem 4/20/2010
38. To The Soldiers Of Pius Ninth 4/20/2010
39. Looking Forward 4/20/2010
40. The Lady Of Rathmore Hall 4/20/2010
Best Poem of Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

To My Husband On Our Wedding-Day

I leave for thee, beloved one,
The home and friends of youth,
Trusting my hopes, my happiness,
Unto thy love and truth;
I leave for thee my girlhood's joys,
Its sunny, careless mirth,
To bear henceforth my share amid
The many cares of earth.

And yet, no wild regret I give
To all that now I leave,
The golden dreams, the flow'ry wreaths
That I no more may weave;
The future that before me lies
A dark and unknown sea --
Whate'er may be its storms or shoals,
I brave them all with thee!

I will not tell thee now of love

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A Boy’s Hopes

Dear mother, dry those flowing tears,
They grieve me much to see;
And calm, oh! calm thine anxious fears—
What dost thou dread for me?
’Tis true that tempests wild oft ride
Above the stormy main,
But, then, in Him I will confide
Who doth their bounds ordain.

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