Robert Kirkland Kernighan

(25 April 1854 – 3 November 1926 / Ontario)

Robert Kirkland Kernighan Poems

1. The Khan's Canticles 5/9/2012
2. Supper's Ready! 5/9/2012
3. Saul 5/9/2012
4. 34 The Khan's Canticles 5/9/2012
5. Scuse Me! 5/9/2012
6. The 5/9/2012
7. The Old Hymn 5/9/2012
8. So-Ho, Bossy, So-Ho! 5/9/2012
9. He Knew Jim 5/9/2012
10. The Girl Who Giggles In The Choir 5/9/2012
11. This Is Spring 5/9/2012
12. Our Land 5/12/2012
13. My Summer Fallow 5/12/2012
14. When The Old Cow Calves 5/12/2012
15. Here He Is Again 5/12/2012
16. Pepy Is Not Dead 5/12/2012
17. The Song Of The Thaw 5/12/2012
18. I8 The Kuan's Canticles 5/12/2012
19. He Ate Their Ma 5/12/2012
20. To-Night He Is Welcoming Baby 5/12/2012
21. 20 The Khan's Canticles 5/12/2012
22. I'Ll Steal For Her 5/12/2012
23. He Keepeth Them 5/12/2012
24. Kiss Her Everyday 5/12/2012
25. The Khan's Canticles 23 5/12/2012
26. The Sunny Side 5/12/2012
27. The Khan's Canticles. 25 5/12/2012
28. Let Daddy In 5/12/2012
29. Her Father's Dinner Pail 5/12/2012
30. The Waubigoon 5/9/2012
31. The Pond Of Long Ago 5/9/2012
32. The Man Who Hasn'T Got A Job 5/12/2012
33. There's A Bullfrog In The Well. 5/12/2012
34. The Genesis Of A Soul 5/12/2012
35. Not The Joe I Thought He Was 5/12/2012
36. The Tramp's Soliloquy 5/12/2012
37. Morning On The Farm 5/12/2012
38. My Brother Tom 5/12/2012
39. Little Kid Cute One 5/12/2012
40. Too Many Squirts 5/12/2012

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Best Poem of Robert Kirkland Kernighan

24 The Khan's Canticles

I heard a curse from a lower beast :
I heard his whip lash crack like shot :

I watched and heard till my heart was sore,
And all the blood in my veins was hot.

Thou wretch with the whip, remember this,
Remember, thou knight of the curse and rod

The voiceless cry of a stricken beast
Is heard by the pitying ears of God.

Read the full of 24 The Khan's Canticles

Saul

WITH blood upon my fingers and upon my brow a frown,
I wiped my knife and took my way to old Damascus town.

The Saints of God all terror struck, beneath my feet went

down
1 trod on angels all the way to old Damascus town.

All hell came forth applauding as I went marching down

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