William Henry Drummond

(13 April, 1854 – 6 April, 1907 / Mohill, County Leitrim)

William Henry Drummond Poems

41. Madrigal 1/4/2003
42. Madeleine Vercheres 4/12/2010
43. Memories 4/12/2010
44. De Stove Pipe Hole 4/12/2010
45. Spring Bereaved 2 1/4/2003
46. De Papineau Gun 4/12/2010
47. This Life Which Seems So Fair 1/13/2003
48. Summons To Love 1/13/2003
49. Johnnie's First Moose 4/12/2010
50. De Snowbird 4/12/2010
51. The Log Jam 5/17/2001
52. Bateese And His Little Decoys 4/12/2010
53. Invocation 1/4/2003
54. Autumn Days 4/12/2010
55. De Habitant 4/12/2010
56. Inexorable 1/4/2003
57. To His Lute 1/13/2003
58. To The Nightingale 1/13/2003
59. Johnnie Courteau 4/12/2010
60. Change Should Breed Change 1/4/2003
61. Le Vieux Temps 5/17/2001
62. Saint John Baptist 1/4/2003
63. Her Passing 1/4/2003
64. A Lament 1/13/2003
65. De Notaire Publique 4/12/2010
66. De Nice Leetle Canadienne 5/17/2001
67. How Bateese Came Home 5/17/2001
68. The Wreck Of The "Julie Plante": A Legend Of Lac St. Pierre 12/31/2002
69. Little Bateese 5/17/2001

Comments about William Henry Drummond

  • english is boring (9/17/2018 11:57:00 PM)

    why is english so dead-beat trash

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  • Anne Marie (2/22/2018 7:24:00 PM)

    Hi , I actually have a question whether this author had a poem with the name Elodie in it

  • David Brydges (12/18/2014 10:43:00 AM)

    Somebody needs to do an editing as their is a mish mash mess of poems written by the 16th century Scottish poet William Henry Drummond that are mixed with the 19th century Irish-Canadian poet Dr. William Henry Drummond. dave

  • Chris Green (1/3/2006 8:13:00 AM)

    Just a not to point out the obvious: the biography of Drummond (born 1854 in Ireland) which is at the head of this page, is wrong: how could his father have died in Scotland in 1610? The biography is for someone else.

  • P Goodridge (12/12/2004 12:16:00 PM)

    n0 commeny now for moi

Best Poem of William Henry Drummond

Little Bateese

You bad leetle boy, not moche you care
How busy you 're kipin' your poor gran'pere
Tryin' to stop you ev'ry day
Chasin' de hen aroun' de hay-
W'y don't you geev' dem a chance to lay?
Leetle Bateese!

Off on de fiel' you foller de plough
Den w'en you 're tire you scare the cow
Sickin' de dog till dey jomp the wall
So de milk ain't good for not'ing at all-
An' you 're only five an' a half dis fall,
Leetle Bateese!

Too sleepy for sayin' de prayer to-night?
Never min' I s'pose it 'll be all ...

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Inexorable

MY thoughts hold mortal strife;
   I do detest my life,
   And with lamenting cries
   Peace to my soul to bring
Oft call that prince which here doth monarchise:
   --But he, grim-grinning King,
Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise,
Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb,
Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.

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