Duncan Campbell Scott

(2 August 1862 – 19 December 1947 / Ottawa, Ontario)

Duncan Campbell Scott Poems

1. Angelus 1/3/2003
2. Ode For The Keats Centenary 1/3/2003
3. Stone Breaking 1/3/2003
4. To A Canadian Aviator Who Died For His Country In France 1/3/2003
5. A Legend Of Christ's Nativity 4/19/2010
6. At Sea 4/19/2010
7. At The Gill-Nets 4/19/2010
8. At William Maclennan's Grave 4/19/2010
9. From 'Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris' 4/19/2010
10. Frost Magic 4/19/2010
11. Improvisation On An Old Song 4/19/2010
12. In Snow-Time 4/19/2010
13. Life And Death 4/19/2010
14. Fantasia 4/19/2010
15. Madonna With Two Angels 4/19/2010
16. Mid-August 4/19/2010
17. Mist And Frost 4/19/2010
18. New Year's Night, 1916 4/19/2010
19. Night 4/19/2010
20. O Turn Once More 4/19/2010
21. Off Riviere Du Loup 4/19/2010
22. Song 4/19/2010
23. Spring On Mattagmi 4/19/2010
24. The Apparition 4/19/2010
25. The Beggar And The Angel 4/19/2010
26. The Sea By The Wood 4/19/2010
27. The Voice And The Dusk 4/19/2010
28. The Wood By The Sea 4/19/2010
29. The Wood-Spring To The Poet 4/19/2010
30. To A Canadian Lad Killed In The War 4/19/2010
31. To The Heroic Soul 4/19/2010
32. Willow-Pipes 4/19/2010
33. The Fallen 8/31/2015
34. From Beyond 4/19/2010
35. The Leaf 4/19/2010
36. The Lover To His Lass 4/19/2010
37. Night Burial In The Forest 4/19/2010
38. Meditation At Perugia 4/19/2010
39. Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris 4/19/2010
40. The Harvest 1/3/2003

Comments about Duncan Campbell Scott

  • Tracy Shields (10/24/2009 5:08:00 PM)

    Imagine Hitler's work continuing on in history, with no end in sight. Imagine Hitler's work continuing for so long that citizens got used to an everending holocaust. Now you understand Duncan Campbell Scott.

    Thoughts from The Circle Game, Roland Chrisjohn and Sherri Young

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Best Poem of Duncan Campbell Scott

When Spring Goes By

The winds that on the uplands softly lie,
Grow keener where the ice is lingering still
Where the first robin on the sheltered hill
Pipes blithely to the tune, "When Spring goes by!"
Hear him again, "Spring! Spring!" He seems to cry,
Haunting the fall of the flute-throated rill,
That keeps a gentle, constant, silver thrill,
While he is restless in his ecstasy.

Ah! the soft budding of the virginal woods,
Of the frail fruit trees by the vanishing lakes:
There's the new moon where the clear sunset floods,
A trace of dew upon the rose leaf sky;
And hark! what...

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From Shadow

Now the November skies,
And the clouds that are thin and gray,
That drop with the wind away;
A flood of sunlight rolls,
In a tide of shallow light,
Gold on the land and white
On the water, dim and warm in the wood;
Then it is gone, and the wan
Clear of the shade

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