Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

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Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts Heart Poems

  • 1.
    Grey rocks, and greyer sea,
       And surf along the shore --
    And in my heart a name
       My lips shall speak no more.
    ...
  • 2.
    Up, heart of mine,
    Thou wayfarer of Earth!
    Of seed divine,
    Be mindful of thy birth.
    ...
  • 3.
    My glad feet shod with the glittering steel
    I was the god of the wingèd heel.
    The hills in the far white sky were lost;
    The world lay still in the wide white frost;
    ...
  • 4.
    O rivers rolling to the sea
    From lands that bear the maple-tree,
    How swell your voices with the strain
    Of loyalty and liberty!
    ...
  • 5.
    When the lights come out in the cottages
    Along the shores at eve,
    And across the darkening water
    The last pale colours leave;
    ...
  • 6.
    One night came Winter noiselessly, and leaned
    Against my window-pane.
    In the deep stillness of his heart convened
    The ghosts of all his slain.
    ...
  • 7.
    He who would start and rise
    Before the crowing cocks, --
    No more he lifts his eyes,
    Whoever knocks.
    ...
  • 8.
    With April here,
    And first thin green on the awakening bough,
    What wonderful things and dear,
    My tired heart to cheer,
    ...
  • 9.
    The great and the little weavers,
    They neither rest nor sleep.
    They work in the height and the glory,
    They toil in the dark and the deep.
    ...
Total 9 Heart Poems by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

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