Who is Clinton Scollard
Clinton Scollard (1860–1932) was an American poet and writer of fiction. He was a Professor of English at Hamilton College.Professional career
Scollard was born at Clinton, Oneida County, New York on September 18, 1860, son of James Isaac and Mary Elizabeth (Stevens) Scollard. He graduated from Hamilton College in 1881, and later attended Harvard University, where his friends included poets Bliss Carman and Frank Dempster Sherman. At Hamilton, where he was a member of the Chi Psi fraternity, he played varsity baseball and is credited with introducing the curveball to college baseball.
After a period in Cambridge, Massachusetts, he spent a year at University of Cambridge in England. In 1888 he became an Associate Professor of English at Hamilton College,...
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Clinton Scollard Poems
- Ballade Of The Golfer In Love
In the "foursome" some would fain
Find nepenthe for their woe;
Following through shine or rain
Where the "greens" like satin show; ... - Noureddin, The Son Of The Shah
There once was a Shah had a second son
Who was very unlike his elder one,
For he went about on his own affairs,
And scorned the mosque and the daily prayers; ... - Fraidie-cat
I shan't tell you what's his name:
When we want to play a game,
Always thinks that he'll be hurt,
Soil his jacket in the dirt,... - To William Sharp
(Fiona Macleod)
The waves about Iona dirge,... - Bag-pipes At Sea
Above the shouting of the gale,
The whipping sheet, the dashing spray,
I heard, with notes of joy and wail,
A piper play....
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Nurelah: it is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, for the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, ..... now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, so, merry my masters, it's daffodil time. - clinton scollard78_sampler: sylvia (1931) - paul whiteman and his orchestra
Mizflazhy: clinton scollard’s lyrics and legends of christmas-tide
Starstalkerg: gold of the daffodil, born in the bright mines of the morn, gold of the daffodil, spun on the warm loom of the sun - daffodil gold by clinton scollard
Platospupil: the dead leaves fall like noiseless rain, the air is calm and warm and sweet; upon the woodland and the plain the ghost of summer rests her feet. –clinton scollard, american poet (1860–1932)
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