Constance Woodrow (1899-1937), né Davies, was born in England but lived in Canada most of her life. She worked in Toronto in its most respected bookstore, Britnell's, formerly just north of Bloor on Yonge Street. Woodrow brought out two volumes of verse, The Captive Gypsy (1928) and The Celtic Heart (1929) , and translated Georges Bugnet's novel Nipsya (1929). She lived from 1929 to 1937 in Apartment 5, 142 Carleton St., and died young in 1937. Bugnet, Georges. Nipsya. Trans. Constance Davies Woodrow. New York: L. Carrier, 1929. PS 9503 .U34N513 Robarts Library Davies-Woodrow, Constance. The Captive Gypsey. Toronto: Balk-Preston, 1928. PS 8545 O62C3 Robarts Library --. The Celtic Heart. Toronto: Ryerson Press, 1929. PS 8545O62C4 Robarts Library Gatenby, Greg. Toronto: A Literary Guide. Toronto: McArthur, 1999. Biographical information Given name: Constance Family name: Woodrow Maiden name: Davies Birth date: 1899 Death date: 1937 Nationality: English Occupation: Bookseller Residence: Apartment 5, 142 Carleton St., Toronto: 1929 to 1937
to a vagabond
But half of me is woman grown;
The other half is child.
But half my heart loves quiet...[read poem]
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The other half is child.
But half my heart loves quiet...
the snow-storm
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
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Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
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fate
That you are fair or wise is vain,
Or strong, or rich, or generous;
You must have also the...[read poem]
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Or strong, or rich, or generous;
You must have also the...
good-bye
Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home:
Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine.
Long thr...[read poem]
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Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine.
Long thr...
each and all
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,
Of thee from the hill-top looking down;...[read poem]
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Of thee from the hill-top looking down;...
the rhodora
On Being Asked, Whence Is the Flower?
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitude...[read poem]
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In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitude...
ode, inscribed to william h. channing
Though loath to grieve
The evil time's sole patriot,
I cannot leave
My honied thought...[read poem]
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The evil time's sole patriot,
I cannot leave
My honied thought...
experience
The lords of life, the lords of life,---
I saw them pass,
In their own guise,
Like an...[read poem]
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I saw them pass,
In their own guise,
Like an...
days
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marc...[read poem]
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Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marc...
hymn: sung at the completion of the concord monument, april 19, 1836
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here...[read poem]
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Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here...
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