Albert Frank Morirtz (born 15 April 1947) is a poet, teacher, and scholar. Born in Niles,Ohio, Moritz was educated at Marquette University. Since 1975, he has made his home in Toronto, Ontario where he has worked variously as an advertising copywriter and executive, editor, publisher, and university professor. His poetry has been honored with a Guggenheim Fellowship, inclusion in the Princeton Series of Contemporary Poets, and numerous other awards. He currently teaches at the University of Toronto. He is married to Theresa Moritz, with whom he has collaborated on a number of books.
conceit
I heard a winter tree in song
Its leaves were birds, a hundred strong;
When all at once it...[read poem]
Its leaves were birds, a hundred strong;
When all at once it...
comin thro' the rye
Comin thro' the rye, poor body,
Comin thro' the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie...[read poem]
Comin thro' the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie...
the cotter's saturday night
INSCRIBED TO ROBERT AIKEN, ESQ.
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
...[read poem]
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
...
a red, red rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the me...[read poem]
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the me...
mary morison
O Mary, at thy window be,
It is the wish'd, the trysted hour!
Those smiles and glanc...[read poem]
It is the wish'd, the trysted hour!
Those smiles and glanc...
afton water
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy prai...[read poem]
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy prai...
highland mary
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
The castle o' Montgomery,
Green be your wood...[read poem]
The castle o' Montgomery,
Green be your wood...
addiction
I wish we could control this revolting
want of control: these people
with their spongy eye...[read poem]
want of control: these people
with their spongy eye...
epistle to j. lapraik
...
I am nae poet, in a sense,
But just a rhymer like by chance,
An' hae to le...[read poem]
I am nae poet, in a sense,
But just a rhymer like by chance,
An' hae to le...
tam glen
My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
Some counsel unto me come len';
To anger them a...[read poem]
Some counsel unto me come len';
To anger them a...
duncan gray
Duncan Gray came here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooin o't!
On blythe Yule night when we we...[read poem]
Ha, ha, the wooin o't!
On blythe Yule night when we we...
ca' the yowes to the knowes
Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows
Ca' them where the burnie ro...[read poem]
Ca' them where the heather grows
Ca' them where the burnie ro...
a winter night
When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;
When Phb...[read poem]
Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;
When Phb...
from lines to william simson
Auld Coila now may fidge fu' fain,
She's gotten poets o' her ain--
Chiels wha their chante...[read poem]
She's gotten poets o' her ain--
Chiels wha their chante...
tam o 'shanter
When chapman billies leave the street,
And drouthy neebors neebors meet,
As market-days ar...[read poem]
And drouthy neebors neebors meet,
As market-days ar...
to a mouse
Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
Oh, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na s...[read poem]
Oh, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na s...
for a' that and a' that
Is there, for honest poverty,
That hings his head, an' a' that?
The coward slave, we...[read poem]
That hings his head, an' a' that?
The coward slave, we...
it was a' for our rightful king
It was a' for our rightful king
That we left fair Scotland's strand;
It was a' for o...[read poem]
That we left fair Scotland's strand;
It was a' for o...
ae fond kiss
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, and then forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears ...[read poem]
Ae fareweel, and then forever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears ...
last may a braw wooer
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
And sair wi' his love he did deave me;...[read poem]
And sair wi' his love he did deave me;...
to a mountain daisy
Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r,
Thou's met me in an evil hour;
For I maun crush...[read poem]
Thou's met me in an evil hour;
For I maun crush...
scots wha hae
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led;
Welcome to your gory bed...[read poem]
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led;
Welcome to your gory bed...
ye flowery banks (bonie doon)
Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye litt...[read poem]
How can ye blume sae fair?
How can ye chant, ye litt...
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