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Nora Pembroke (Margaret Moran Dixon McDougall)
1826 - 1898
Poetry Listing
Please Note: This list is not comprehensive, but is an ongoing work of the love of poetry.
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Legend Of Buckingham Village. | Away up on the River aux Lievres, | | 140 | 372 | | 2: | A Mother's Lament For An Only One | Seek not to calm my grief, | | 36 | 369 | | 3: | A New Year's Address, 1870. | With noiseless footstep, like the white-robed snow, | | 96 | 394 | | 4: | A Satire. A Humble Imitation. | The rage for writing has spread far and wide, | | 74 | 379 | | 5: | A Story Of Plantagenet. | Lays of fair dames of lofty birth, | | 524 | 332 | | 6: | A Welcome - The Campbells Are Coming | Gather, oh gather! gather, oh gather | | 36 | 396 | | 7: | Alas, My Brother! | We waited for him, and the anxious days | | 36 | 357 | | 8: | Answer To Burns' Address To The De'Il. | O thou wild rantin' wicked wit; | 1840 | 138 | 365 | | 9: | Baptism In Lake Allumette | Oh Allumette, hemmed with thy fringe of pine, | | 36 | 355 | | 10: | Bereavement. | It was not that I lived a life of ease, | | 80 | 348 | | 11: | Children's Song. | We little children join to praise | | 24 | 374 | | 12: | Comfort Ye, Comfort Ye My People | By the sad fellowship of human suffering, | | 64 | 333 | | 13: | Creed And Conduct Combined As Cause And Effect. | The Presbytery with one accord in one place, | | 70 | 327 | | 14: | Death Of D'Arcy Mcgee | He stood up in the house to speak, | | 40 | 364 | | 15: | Death Of Norman Dewar | Far away from stricken Memphis | | 48 | 384 | | 16: | Death Of President Lincoln. | In the Capitol is mourning, | | 44 | 366 | | 17: | Divided | We came to the dividing line, | | 24 | 353 | | 18: | Edgar | I have not wept for Edgar, as a mother | | 36 | 396 | | 19: | Erin's Address To The Hon. Thomas D'Arcy Mcgee. | O thou son of the dark locks and eloquent tongue, | | 56 | 383 | | 20: | Erin, Mavourneen. | I know Canada is fair to see, and pleasant; it is well | | 64 | 395 | | 21: | Farewell | My brother George has gone from me, | 1842 | 8 | 389 | | 22: | Farewell To Lord And Lady Dufferin | In leaving us, whom thou hast governed well | | 60 | 351 | | 23: | First Love. | We met--he was a stranger, | 1845 | 64 | 379 | | 24: | Forsaken. | Beside the open window she is lying, | | 45 | 363 | | 25: | Gone | Mournfully, mournfully | | 12 | 411 | | 26: | Gone. | The heavens look down with chilly frown, | | 20 | 363 | | 27: | Good-Bye. | I cannot write, my tears are flowing fast, | 1844 | 16 | 381 | | 28: | How Prince Arthur Was Welcomed To Pembroke. | Do you know the town Pembroke so loyal and long | | 102 | 375 | | 29: | I Will Not Be Comforted Because One Is Not | There is a gladness over all the earth, | | 18 | 326 | | 30: | In Memory Of John Leach Craig | What is it that has stilled the usual hurry, | | 78 | 418 | | 31: | Isabel. | Heart of mine, by thy quick beating, | | 36 | 384 | | 32: | Keeping Tryst | Who is the maid with silken hair | | 76 | 480 | | 33: | Lamentation | From morn to eve, from evening unto morning, | | 44 | 382 | | 34: | Lines For The Bridal | They will place a bridal wreath, maiden, | | 28 | 482 | | 35: | Lines On Annexation. | We honour Brother Jonathan, | 1850 | 36 | 306 | | 36: | Lines To A Shamrock - A Song Of Exile | A withered shamrock, yet to me 'tis fair | | 56 | 421 | | 37: | Little Minnie. | If earth's weariness for rest is changed, | | 28 | 383 | | 38: | Majority. | So friend of mine 'tis thy birthday morn, | | 28 | 349 | | 39: | Mary's Death | Mary, ah me! gentle Mary, | | 40 | 380 | | 40: | My Baby | He lay on my breast so sweet and fair, | | 36 | 437 | | 41: | My Own Green Land | It was in the early morning | | 84 | 361 | | 42: | Nora To David Herbison. | There's a place in the North where the bonnie broom grows, | | 128 | 326 | | 43: | On The Birth Of Albert Edward, Prince Of Wales | Sing and rejoice, | 1840 | 72 | 398 | | 44: | Orson's Farewell. | Sit by me comrade, thou and I have stood | | 48 | 379 | | 45: | Ottawa. | Hail! to the city sitting as a queen | | 26 | 357 | | 46: | Out Of The Depths. | Thou art, and, therefore, Thou art near, oh God! | | 32 | 345 | | 47: | Retrospect | I sit by the fire in the gloaming, | | 56 | 417 | | 48: | Separation. | He has come and he has gone, | | 39 | 477 | | 49: | Servants. | They are but servants, say the words of scorning, | | 48 | 344 | | 50: | Tecumthe. | October's leaf was sere; | | 175 | 374 | | 51: | The Adieu To Eliza. | The night was bright and beautiful, | 1839 | 44 | 413 | | 52: | The Bible. Written To ---- With One. | The book of life to thee is given, | 1842 | 16 | 442 | | 53: | The Fate Of Henry Hudson. | I, Louis Marin, mariner, born on the Breton coast, | | 323 | 551 | | 54: | The Iroquois Side Of The Story. | I, an Iroquois brave, | | 224 | 401 | | 55: | The Lake Allumette. | Have you seen the beautiful Allumette, | | 28 | 376 | | 56: | The Orphan's Good-Bye. | When my heart was sad and lonely, | 1846 | 24 | 418 | | 57: | The Prince Of Anhalt Dessau. | The young Prince of Anhalt Dessau, | | 312 | 398 | | 58: | The Shadow Of The Almighty | They only see the snow heaped on the moor, | | 40 | 364 | | 59: | The Song Of The Bereaved. | With garments for sorrow torn, | | 104 | 367 | | 60: | Thoughts. | I am glad when men of genius | | 44 | 358 | | 61: | To A Fathers Memory | I thank Thee Father that I feel Thee near, | | 16 | 366 | | 62: | To Anne On Her Birthday | Let mirth and joy a season reign | | 28 | 353 | | 63: | To Annie On Her Birthday. | Sister, sweet sister, years have passed away, | | 28 | 383 | | 64: | To Elizabeth Ray | First of women, best of friends | 1844 | 12 | 351 | | 65: | To Frances | Dear love, life has dewy mornings, | | 16 | 362 | | 66: | To Hon. Malcom Cameron. | By many a bard the Cameron clan is sung, | | 32 | 376 | | 67: | To Isabel. | I often thought to write to thee, what time | | 27 | 406 | | 68: | To Isabel. | Since ere I left my native isle, | 1846 | 54 | 371 | | 69: | To J W | Dear Jane you say you will gather flowers | | 24 | 421 | | 70: | To Mary. | It is not very long since first we met, | | 24 | 413 | | 71: | To Mrs. Irving, | I dedicate these verses to one whom I hold dear, | | 4 | 392 | | 72: | To My Friend. | Dearest of all, whose tenderness could rise | | 48 | 365 | | 73: | To My Valentine. | Adieu! Adieu! may angels guard thee, | 1844 | 24 | 387 | | 74: | To The Rain | Come forth, O rain! from thy cool, distant hall, | 1870 | 16 | 454 | | 75: | We Lament Not For One But Many | At last he is dead' | | 134 | 375 | | 76: | Weep With Those Who Weep. | O friends, I cannot comfort, but will share with you your grieving, | | 40 | 376 | | 77: | Welcome Home | You are coming home with the breath of spring | | 28 | 397 | | 78: | What Went Ye Out For To See? | On Jordan's banks gathered an eager crowd, | | 28 | 418 | | 79: | Written For The O'Connel Centenary. | Sons of the bright, green island, | | 56 | 315 |
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