RANGER POEMS

Endymion: Book Iv

Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!
O first-born on the mountains! by the hues
Of heaven on the spiritual air begot:
Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot,
.....

John Keats

Four Songs Of Four Seasons

I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND
OUTSIDE the garden
The wet skies harden;
The gates are barred on
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Algernon Charles Swinburne

Mogg Megone - Part Iii.

Ah! weary Priest! - with pale hands pressed
On thy throbbing brow of pain,
Baffled in thy life-long quest,
Overworn with toiling vain,
.....

John Greenleaf Whittier

The Queen's Demand

Rama shall be crowned at sunrise, so did royal bards proclaim,
Every rite arranged and ordered, Dasa-ratha homeward came,

To the fairest of his consorts, dearest to his ancient heart,
.....

Valmiki

The Lodger

I cannot
quite recall
When first he came,
So reticent and tall,
.....

Bliss Carman

Flames

Smokey the Bear heads
into the autumn woods
with a red can of gasoline
and a box of wooden matches.
.....

Billy Collins

Marmion

Heap on more wood!-the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deem'd the new-born year
.....

Sir Walter Scott

Ang Tunay Na Lalaki (the Real Man) Stalks In The Streets Of New York

Looking to harvest what makes him happy.
The AA meetings have thrown
him into iconoclastic jousts with Titans
and Gorgons with glowing snake eyes
.....

Nick Carbo

The Bloody Fields Of Wheogo

The moon rides high in a starry sky,
And, through the midnight gloom,
A faery scene of woodland green
Her silver rays illume.
.....

Anonymous Oceania

Brignall Banks

O, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there,
Would grace a summer queen:
.....

Sir Walter Scott

Rokeby: Canto Iii.

I.
The hunting tribes of air and earth
Respect the brethren of their birth;
Nature, who loves the claim of kind,
.....

Walter Scott (sir)

The Chambermaid's First Song

How came this ranger
Now sunk in rest,
Stranger with strangcr.
On my cold breast?
.....

William Butler Yeats

Let Us Be Merry Before We Go

If sadly thinking, with spirits sinking,
Could, more than drinking, my cares compose
A cure for sorrow from sighs I'd borrow,
And hope to-morrow would end my woes.
.....

John Philpot Curran

The Chambermaid's First Song

HOW came this ranger
Now sunk in rest,
Stranger with strangcr.
On my cold breast?
.....

William Butler Yeats

La Grande Chartreuse

J'ai vu, tels que des morts réveillés par le glas,
Les moines, lampe en main, se ranger en silence,
Puis pousser, comme un vol de corbeaux qui s'élance,
Leurs noirs miserere qui plaisent au coeur las.
.....

Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme

O, In A World Of Men And Women

0, in a world of men and women,
Where all things seemed so strange to me,
And speech the common world called human
For me was a vain mimicry,
.....

Isaac Rosenberg

The Outlaw

O, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there,
Would grace a summer queen:
.....

Sir Walter Scott

The Ranger

ROBERT RAWLIN!--Frosts were falling
When the ranger's horn was calling
Through the woods to Canada.

.....

John Greenleaf Whittier

The Blackstone Rangers

I
AS SEEN BY DISCIPLINES


.....

Gwendolyn Brooks

The Outlaw

O, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there,
Would grace a summer queen:
.....

Walter Scott (sir)

Brignall Banks

O, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there,
Would grace a summer queen:
.....

Walter Scott (sir)

Seaweed, Tussock And Fern

Emblems of storm and danger,
Spindrift and mountain stern,
Plants that welcome the strangerâ??
Seaweed, tussock, and fern.
.....

Henry Lawson

The Child On The Curbstone

The headlights raced; the moon, death-faced,
Stared down on that golden river.
I saw through the smoke the scarlet cloak
Of a boy who could not shiver.
.....

Elinor Morton Wylie

Over The Parapet

All day long when the shells sail over
I stand at the sandbags and take my chance;
But at night, at night I'm a reckless rover,
And over the parapet gleams Romance.
.....

Robert Service

Christmas In The Olden Time

On Christmas-eve the bells were rung;
The damsel donned her kirtle sheen;
The hall was dressed with holly green;
Forth to the wood did merry men go,
.....

Sir Walter Scott

The Lone Ranger Rides Off

Thank God he's gone,
on his horse
of all colors-

.....

Eric Torgersen

Mogg Megone - Part Iii

Ah! weary Priest! with pale hands pressed
On thy throbbing brow of pain,
Baffled in thy life-long quest,
Overworn with toiling vain,
.....

John Greenleaf Whittier

Mogg Megone - Part Ii

'Tis morning over Norridgewock,
On tree and wigwam, wave and rock.
Bathed in the autumnal sunshine, stirred
At intervals by breeze and bird,
.....

John Greenleaf Whittier

Marmion: Introduction To Canto Vi.

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deemed the new-born year
.....

Walter Scott (sir)

The Lodger

I cannot quite recall
When first he came,
So reticent and tall,
With his eyes of flame.
.....

Bliss Carman (william)

The Maids Of The Mountains

In the wild Weddin Mountains there live two young dames
Kate O'Meally, Bet Mayhew are their pretty names;
These maids of the mountains are bonny bush belles,
They ride out on horseback, togged out like young swells.
.....

Anonymous Oceania

Kelly's Conversion

KELLY the Ranger half opened an eye
To wink at the Army passing by,
While his hot breath, thick with the taint of beer,
Came forth from his lips in a drunken jeer.
.....

Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake

Lorsque Ta Main Confie, Un Soir...

Lorsque ta main confie, un soir des mois torpides,
Au cellier odorant les fruits de ton verger,
Il me semble te voir avec calme ranger
Nos anciens souvenirs parfumés et sapides.
.....

Emile Verhaeren

A Day's Ride

Bold are the mounted robbers who on stolen horses ride
And bold the mounted troopers who patrol the Sydney side;
But few of them, though flash they be, can ride, and few can fight
As Walker did, for life and death, with Ward the other night.
.....

Anonymous Oceania

The Palmer

'O, open the door, some pity to show,
Keen blows the northern wind!
The glen is white with the drifted snow,
And the path is hard to find.
.....

Sir Walter Scott

Rural Sports: A Georgic - Canto Ii.

Now, sporting muse, draw in the flowing reins,
Leave the clear streams a while for sunny plains.
Should you the various arms and toils rehearse,
And all the fisherman adorn thy verse;
.....

John Gay

Song Of The Indian Maid, From 'endymion'

O SORROW!
   Why dost borrow
   The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?--
   To give maiden blushes
.....

John Keats

The Fountain

Traveller! on thy journey toiling
By the swift Powow,
With the summer sunshine falling
On thy heated brow,
.....

John Greenleaf Whittier

Decay

O Poesy is on the wane,
For Fancy's visions all unfitting;
I hardly know her face again,
Nature herself seems on the flitting.
.....

John Clare

Les Bijoux (the Jewels)

La très chère était nue, et, connaissant mon coeur,
Elle n'avait gardé que ses bijoux sonores,
Dont le riche attirail lui donnait l'air vainqueur
Qu'ont dans leurs jours heureux les esclaves des Mores.
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Charles Baudelaire

Mogg Megone - Part Ii.

'Tis morning over Norridgewock, -
On tree and wigwam, wave and rock.
Bathed in the autumnal sunshine, stirred
At intervals by breeze and bird,
.....

John Greenleaf Whittier

The Dublin Fusilier

Here's to you, Uncle Kruger! slainté!
an' slainté galore.
You 're a dacint ould man, begorra; never
mind if you are a Boer.
.....

William Henry Drummond

How It's Done

Bold-faced ranger
(Perfect stranger)
Meets two well-behaved young ladies
He's attractive,
.....

William Schwenck Gilbert

Music

I

PRELUDE

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Henry Van Dyke

Marmion: Introduction To Canto Vi.

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deemed the new-born year
.....

Sir Walter Scott

The Familist's Hymn

Father! to Thy suffering poor
Strength and grace and faith impart,
And with Thy own love restore
Comfort to the broken heart!
.....

John Greenleaf Whittier

The Sweet Little Man

DEDICATED TO THE STAY-AT-HOME RANGERS

Now, while our soldiers are fighting our battles,
Each at his post to do all that he can,
.....

Oliver Wendell Holmes

Béranger's "broken Fiddle"

I

There, there, poor dog, my faithful friend,
Pay you no heed unto my sorrow:
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Eugene Field

Marmion: A Christmas Poem

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deem'd the new-born year
.....

Sir Walter Scott

Haymaking

Aye, sure, it does always be rainin'
An' the hay lyin' out in the wet,
But what's the good o' complainin'?
It never made things better yet!
.....

Katharine Tynan