Charles Sangster

(16 July 1822 – 9 December 1893 / Ontario)

Charles Sangster Poems

1. The April Snow-Storm, 1858 3/25/2012
2. The Comet -1858 3/25/2012
3. The Dreamer 3/25/2012
4. The Falls Of The Chaudiere, Ottawa 3/25/2012
5. The Happy Harvester 3/25/2012
6. I'Ve Almost Grown A Portion Of This Place 3/25/2012
7. Ingratitude 3/25/2012
8. Intense Young Soul, That Takest Hearts By Storm 3/25/2012
9. Into The Silent Land 3/25/2012
10. Last Night I Heard The Plaintive Whippoorwill, 3/25/2012
11. Lost And Found 3/25/2012
12. Love And Truth 3/25/2012
13. Malcom 3/25/2012
14. Margaery 3/25/2012
15. Mariline 3/25/2012
16. The Moon Shone Down On Fair Eliza's Face 3/25/2012
17. My Footsteps Press Where Centuries Ago 3/25/2012
18. My Prayer 3/25/2012
19. My Soul Goes Out To Meet Her And My Heart 3/25/2012
20. Night And Morning 3/25/2012
21. Oh, Holy Sabbath Morn! Thrice Blessed Day 3/25/2012
22. Oh, That I Were The Spirit Of These Wilds! 3/25/2012
23. Our Life Is Like A Forest, Where The Sun 3/25/2012
24. The Poet's Recompense 3/25/2012
25. Poor Snail, That Toilest At My Weary Feet 3/25/2012
26. Proem 3/25/2012
27. Rose 3/25/2012
28. Yearnings 3/25/2012
29. Young Again 3/25/2012
30. Song. Clara And I 5/2/2012
31. Sonnet- I 5/2/2012
32. Sonnet-Ii 5/2/2012
33. Sonnet-Iv 5/2/2012
34. Love's Anniversary 5/2/2012
35. Sonnet-V 5/2/2012
36. Sonnet-Vi 5/2/2012
37. Sonnet-Vii 5/2/2012
38. Sonnet-Viii 5/2/2012
39. Sonnet-Ix 5/2/2012
40. Sonnet-X 5/2/2012

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Best Poem of Charles Sangster

Brock

One voice, one people, one in heart
And soul and feeling and desire.
Re-light the smouldering martial fire
And sound the mute trumpet! Strike the lyre!
The hero dead cannot expire:
The dead still play their part.

Raise high the monumental stone!
A nation's fealty is theirs,
And we are the rejoicing heirs,
The honoured sons of sires whose cares
We take upon us unawares
As freely as our own.

We boast not of the victory,
But render homage, deep and just,
To his–to their–immortal dust,
Who proved so worthy of their trust;
No lofty pile nor ...

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Lyric To The Isles

Here the spirit of Beauty keepeth
Jubilee for evermore;
Here the voice of Gladness leapeth,
Echoing from shore to shore.
O'er the hidden watery valley,
O'er each buried wood and glade,
Dances our delighted galley,
Through the sunlight and the shade;
Dances o'er the granite cells,

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