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    In Divers Tones
    In Divers Tones
    In Divers Tones
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    In Divers Tones

    By Sir Charles G. D. Roberts

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    DigiCat Publishing presents to you this special edition of "In Divers Tones" by Charles G. D. Sir Roberts. DigiCat Publishing considers every written word to be a legacy of humankind. Every DigiCat book has been carefully reproduced for republishing in a new modern format. The books are available in print, as well as ebooks. DigiCat hopes you will treat this work with the acknowledgment and passion it deserves as a classic of world literature.
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    Release dateSep 16, 2022
    ISBN8596547375005
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      In Divers Tones - Sir Charles G. D. Roberts

      Charles G. D. Sir Roberts

      In Divers Tones

      EAN 8596547375005

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

      Table of Contents

      IN DIVERS TONES.

      COLLECT FOR DOMINION DAY.

      CANADA.

      ACTAEON.

      IN THE AFTERNOON.

      THE PIPES OF PAN.

      BEFORE THE BREATH OF STORM.

      OUT OF POMPEII.

      TO FREDERICTON IN MAY-TIME.

      IN SEPTEMBER.

      CONCERNING CUTHBERT THE MONK.

      IMPULSE.

      THE ISLES—AN ODE.

      A SERENADE.

      OFF PELORUS.

      A BALLADE OF CALYPSO.

      RAIN.

      MIST.

      THE TANTRAMAR REVISITED.

      THE SLAVE WOMAN.

      THE MARVELLOUS WORK.

      A SONG OF DEPENDENCE.

      ON THE CREEK.

      LOTOS.

      THE SOWER.

      THE POTATO HARVEST.

      AFLOAT.

      RECKONING.

      IN NOTRE DAME.

      NOCTURNE.

      TIDES.

      CONSOLATION.

      DARK.

      THE FOOTPATH.

      TOUT OU RIEN.

      SALT.

      KHARTOUM.

      LIBERTY.

      TO THE MEMORY OF SIDNEY LANIER.

      ON READING THE POEMS OF SIDNEY LANIER.

      TO BLISS CARMAN,

      A BALLADE OF PHILOMELA.

      A HERALD.

      WINTER GERANIUMS.

      A BREATHING TIME.

      BIRCH AND PADDLE.

      AN ODE FOR THE CANADIAN CONFEDERACY.

      THE QUELLING OF THE MOOSE.

      A SONG OF REGRET.

      THE DEPARTING OF CLOTE SCARP.

      A BREAK.

      TO A LADY,

      A BIRTHDAY BALLADE.

      TO S—— M——.

      LA BELLE TROMBONISTE.

      THE POET IS BIDDEN TO MANHATTAN ISLAND.

      THE BLUE VIOLET.

      DEDICATION

      COLLECT FOR DOMINION DAY

      CANADA

      ACTAEON

      IN THE AFTERNOON

      THE PIPES OF PAN

      BEFORE THE BREATH OF STORM

      OUT OF POMPEII

      TO FREDERICTON IN MAY-TIME

      IN SEPTEMBER

      CONCERNING CUTHBERT THE MONK

      IMPULSE

      THE ISLES—AN ODE

      A SERENADE

      OFF PELORUS

      A BALLADE OF CALYPSO

      RAIN

      MIST

      THE TANTRAMAR REVISITED

      THE SLAVE WOMAN

      THE MARVELLOUS WORK

      A SONG OF DEPENDENCE

      ON THE CREEK

      LOTOS

      THE SOWER

      THE POTATO HARVEST

      AFLOAT

      RECKONING

      IN NOTRE DAME

      NOCTURNE

      TIDES

      CONSOLATION

      DARK

      THE FOOTPATH

      TOUT OU RIEN

      SALT

      KHARTOUM

      LIBERTY. (From the French of Fréchette)

      TO THE MEMORY OF SIDNEY LANIER

      ON READING THE POEMS OF SIDNEY LANIER

      IN LANG'S HELEN OF TROY. (TO BLISS CARMAN.)

      A BALLADE OF PHILOMELA

      A HERALD

      WINTER GERANIUMS

      A BREATHING TIME

      BIRCH AND PADDLE. (To BLISS CARMAN.)

      AN ODE FOR THE CANADIAN CONFEDERACY

      THE QUELLING OF THE MOOSE

      A SONG OF REGRET

      THE DEPARTING OF CLOTE SCARP

      A BREAK

      TO A LADY, AFTER HEARING HER READ KEATS' NIGHTINGALE

      RONDEAU. (TO LOUIS HONORE FRÉCHETTE.)

      A BIRTHDAY BALLADE

      To S—— M——

      LA BELLE TROMBONISTE

      THE POET IS BIDDEN TO MANHATTAN ISLAND

      THE BLUE VIOLET

      IN DIVERS TONES.

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      COLLECT FOR DOMINION DAY.

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      Father of nations! Help of the feeble hand!

      Strength of the strong! to whom the nations kneel!

      Stay and destroyer, at whose just command

      Earth's kingdoms tremble and her empires reel!

      Who dost the low uplift, the small make great,

      And dost abase the ignorantly proud,

      Of our scant people mould a mighty state,

      To the strong, stern,—to Thee in meekness bowed!

      Father of unity, make this people one!

      Weld, interfuse them in the patriot's flame,—

      Whose forging on thine anvil was begun

      In blood late shed to purge the common shame;

      That so our hearts, the fever of faction done,

      Banish old feud in our young nation's name.

      CANADA.

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      O Child of Nations, giant-limbed,

      Who stand'st among the nations now

      Unheeded, unadored, unhymned,

      With unanointed brow,—

      How long the ignoble sloth, how long

      The trust in greatness not thine own?

      Surely the lion's brood is strong

      To front the world alone!

      How long the indolence, ere thou dare

      Achieve thy destiny, seize thy fame—

      Ere our proud eyes behold thee bear

      A nation's franchise, nation's name?

      The Saxon force, the Celtic fire,

      These are thy manhood's heritage!

      Why rest with babes and slaves? Seek higher

      The place of race and age.

      I see to every wind unfurled

      The flag that bears the Maple-Wreath;

      Thy swift keels furrow round the world

      Its blood-red folds beneath;

      Thy swift keels cleave the furthest seas;

      Thy white sails swell with alien gales;

      To stream on each remotest breeze

      The black smoke of thy pipes exhales.

      O Falterer, let thy past convince

      Thy future,—all the growth, the gain,

      The fame since Cartier knew thee, since

      Thy shores

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