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William Henry Drummond
April 13, 1854 – April 6, 1907
Poetry Listing
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Lament | My thoughts hold mortal strife; | | | 1275 | | 2: | Autumn Days | In dreams of the night I hear the call | | | 1040 | | 3: | Bateese And His Little Decoys | O I'm very very tire Marie, | | | 827 | | 4: | Bateese The Lucky Man | He's alway ketchin' doré, an'he 's alway ketchin' trout | | | 810 | | 5: | Change Should Breed Change | New doth the sun appear, | | | 792 | | 6: | Child Thoughts | O memory, take my hand to-day | | | 941 | | 7: | De Bell Of St. Michel | Go 'way, go 'way, don't ring no more, ole bell of Saint Michel, | | | 851 | | 8: | De Camp On De "Cheval Gris" | You 'member de ole log-camp, Johnnie, up on de Cheval Gris, | | | 1036 | | 9: | De Habitant | De place I get born, me, is up on de reever | | | 829 | | 10: | De Nice Leetle Canadienne | You can pass on de worl' w'erever you lak, | | | 802 | | 11: | De Notaire Publique | M'sieu Paul Joulin, de Notaire Publique | | | 818 | | 12: | De Papineau Gun | Bon jour, M'sieu', you want to know | | | 867 | | 13: | De Snowbird | O leetle bird dat's come to us w'en stormy win' she's blowin', | | | 840 | | 14: | De Stove Pipe Hole | Dat's very cole an' stormy night on Village St. Mathieu, | | | 848 | | 15: | Donal Campbell | Donal' Bane sailed away across the ocean | | | 728 | | 16: | Doth Then The World Go Thus? | Doth then the world go thus? doth all thus move? | | | 831 | | 17: | Dreams | Bord á Plouffe, Bord á Plouffe, | | | 883 | | 18: | Her Passing | The beauty and the life | | | 823 | | 19: | How Bateese Came Home | W'en I was young boy on de farm, dat 's twenty year ago | | | 1048 | | 20: | Inexorable | My thoughts hold mortal strife; | | | 901 | | 21: | Invocation | Phoebus, arise! | | | 849 | | 22: | Johnnie Courteau | Johnnie Courteau of de mountain | | | 1084 | | 23: | Johnnie's First Moose | De cloud is hide de moon, but dere's plain-tee light above, | | | 1054 | | 24: | Le Vieux Temps | Venez ici, mon cher ami, an' sit down by me—so | | | 1090 | | 25: | Leetle Lac Grenier | Leetle Lac Grenier, she 's all alone, | | | 1097 | | 26: | Little Bateese | You bad leetle boy, not moche you care | | | 1131 | | 27: | Little Mouse | Get along leetle mouse, kick de snow up behin' you | | | 1015 | | 28: | M'Sieu Smit | Wan morning de walkim boss say "Damase, | | | 1135 | | 29: | Madeleine Vercheres | I've told you many a tale, my child, of the old heroic days | | | 1057 | | 30: | Madrigal | Like the Idalian queen, | | | 839 | | 31: | Marie Louise | Dis was de story of boy an' girl | | | 1033 | | 32: | Maxime Labelle | Victoriaw: she have beeg war, E-gyp's de nam' de place, | | | 1007 | | 33: | Memories | O spirit of the mountain that speaks to us to-night, | | | 1062 | | 34: | Mon Choual "Castor" | I'm poor man, me, but I buy las' May | | | 979 | | 35: | Mon Frere Camille | Mon frere Camille he was first class blood | | | 1053 | | 36: | My Little Cabane | I'm sittin' to-night on maleetle ca-bane, more happier dan de king, | | | 1012 | | 37: | National Policy | Oor fader lef' ole France behin', dat's many year ago, | | | 827 | | 38: | Ole Docteur Fiset | Ole Docteur Fiset of Saint Anicet, | | | 779 | | 39: | Ole Tam On Bord-A-Plouffe | I lak on summer ev'ning, w'en nice cool win' is blowin' | | | 797 | | 40: | Pelang | Pelang! Pelang! Mon cher garçon, | | | 786 | | 41: | Phil-O-Rum Juneau | He sit on de corner mos' every night, ole Phil-o-rum Juneau, | | | 811 | | 42: | Phil-O-Rum's Canoe | O Ma ole canoe! w'at's matter wit' you, an' w'y was you be so slow? | | | 776 | | 43: | Poleon Dore | You have never hear de story of de young Napoleon Doré? | | | 981 | | 44: | Saint John Baptist | The last and greatest Herald of Heaven’s King, | | | 857 | | 45: | Spring Bereaved I | That zephyr every year | | | 884 | | 46: | Spring Bereaved Ii | Sweet Spring, thou turn’st with all thy goodly train, | | | 837 | | 47: | Spring Bereaved III | Alexis, here she stay’d; among these pines, | | | 844 | | 48: | Strathcona's Horse | O I was thine, and thou wert mine, and ours the boundless plain, | | | 777 | | 49: | Summons To Love | Phoebus, arise! | | | 797 | | 50: | The Canadian Country Doctor | I s'pose mos'ev'ry body t'ink hees job's about de hardes' | | | 789 | | 51: | The Canadian Magpie | Mos' ev'ryman lak de robin | | | 795 | | 52: | The Corduroy Road | De corduroy road go bompety bomp, | | | 788 | | 53: | The Cure Of Calumette | Dere's no voyageur on de reever never run hees canoe d'ecorce | | | 817 | | 54: | The Dublin Fusilier | Here's to you, Uncle Kruger! slainté! an' slainté galore. | | | 782 | | 55: | The Grand Seigneur | To the hut of the peasant, or lordly hall, | | | 768 | | 56: | The Habitants Jubilee Ode | I read on de paper mos' ev'ry day, all about Jubilee | | | 770 | | 57: | The Habitants Summer | O, who can blame de winter, never min' de hard he 's blowin' | | | 792 | | 58: | The Hill Of San Sebastian | I ought to feel more satisfy an' happy dan I be, | | | 723 | | 59: | The Log Jam | Dere 'a s beeg jam up de reever, w'ere rapide is runnin' fas', | | | 831 | | 60: | The Old House And The New | Is it only twelve mont' I play de fool, | | | 959 | | 61: | The Old Pine Tree | Listen my child," said the old pine tree, to the little one nestling near, | | | 831 | | 62: | The Old Sexton | I know very well t'was purty hard case | | | 803 | | 63: | The Oyster Schooner | W'at's all dem bell a ringin' for, a can hear dem ev'ry w'ere? | | | 745 | | 64: | The Red Canoe | De win' is sleepin' in de pine, but O! de night is black! | | | 812 | | 65: | The Rose Delima | You can sew heem up in a canvas sack, | | | 748 | | 66: | The Windigo | Go easy wit' de paddle, an' steady wit' de oar | | | 835 | | 67: | The Wreck Of The Julie Plante | On wan dark night on Lac St. Pierre, | | | 856 | | 68: | This Life Which Seems So Fair | This Life, which seems so fair, | | | 990 | | 69: | To His Lute | My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow | | | 1025 | | 70: | To The Nightingale | Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours | | | 1056 | | 71: | Two Hundred Years Ago | Two honder year ago, de worl' is purty slow | | | 757 | | 72: | When Albani Sang | Was workin' away on de farm dere, wan morning not long ago, | | | 741 |
About:
William Henry Drummond (April 13, 1854 – April 6, 1907) was an Irish-born Canadian poet.
He was elected a fellow of the Royal Society of Literature of the United Kingdom in 1898 and a fellow of the Royal Society of Canada in 1899.
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