Edward William Thomson
Edward William Thomson Poems
- King Volsung And The Skald E sang on the Heath of the ...
- Hail To The Chief AGAIN we greet the patient heart, The ...
- Aspiration Yet, at the end, from seeming death he stirred As...
- From Peter Ottawa COUNT up the dead by fever, shot and ...
- Happyheart AMID a waste of worn-out apple trees, In doorless...
- Parliament Of The Ages OF all who’d thronged the Commons’ ...
- Father Abraham Lincoln My private shrine. The Gettysburg ...
Edward William Thomson (February 12, 1849 – 1924) was a Canadian journalist and writer.
He was born in Peel County, Ontario, the grandson of Edward William Thomson, a member of the York militia who was a member of the Legislative Assembly of Upper Canada. When Thompson was 14, he was sent to Philadelphia to work in a mercantile office; he enlisted in the Union Army in October 1864 (at ... more »
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King Volsung And The Skald
HE sang on the Heath of the Volsungs,
Mid Volsung common men,
Shepherds, chafferers, delvers,
And the fowlers of the fen,
The beaters of the anvil,
Wights who mined the ore,
Tamers of the horsekind,
And fishers from the shore.
Tall through the press strode Sigmund,
Lord-warden of the Peace,
While, shrilling fierce, the blood song
Rang to the throng’s increase,
And some lips smiled the pleasure
Of Lynxes scenting prey,
And some brows frowned the anger
That holds the wolf at bay.
“Be dumb, O Skald!” spoke ...