Evan MacColl Poems

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Evan MacColl
Born in Kenmare, Scotland, Evan MacColl arrived in Canada already a published poet of Gaelic in 1850. His early books of verse were Mountain Minstrel (1836) and Clarsach Nam Beann (1838). He worked in the Liverpool Custom House and then, owing to health problems, emigrated to Kingston, Ontario (where he is buried). There he worked for the Provincial Customs of Upper Canada but did not gain further advancement owing to politics. At his retirement in 1880 he moved to Toronto. Two editions of his collected works were published in 1883 and 1888 with a brief biography. MacColl was twice married and had nine children. Biographical information Given name: Evan Family name: MacColl Birth date: 1808 Death date: 1898

People that build their houses inland,
People that buy a plot of ground
Shaped like a hous... [read poem]
sonnet xliii
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain... [read poem]
i will put chaos into fourteen lines
I will put Chaos into fourteen lines
And keep him there; and let him thence escape
If he b... [read poem]
nova scotia
If you are sulky, Nova Scotia,
We'll gladly let you float away
From out our Confederation;... [read poem]
the lake of a thousand isles
(For Music.)

Though Missouri's tide may majestic glide,
There's a curse on... [read poem]
epitaph for the race of man: x
The broken dike, the levee washed away,
The good fields flooded and the cattle drowned,
Es... [read poem]
mrs. moody
When this country it was woody,
Its great champion, Mrs. Moody,
She showed she had both pl... [read poem]
irish poets: oliver goldsmith
Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village,
Now again reduced to tillage;
Once happiest village of t... [read poem]
beloved dust
And you as well must die, beloved dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead,
This fl... [read poem]
english poets: shelley
We have scarcely time to tell thee
Of the strange and gifted Shelley,
Kind hearted man, bu... [read poem]
sonnet: love is not all
Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet... [read poem]
the unexplorer
There was a road ran past our house
Too lovely to explore.
I asked my mother once -- she s... [read poem]
euclid alone has looked on beauty bare
Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare.
Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace,
And ... [read poem]
ode on the mammoth cheese weighing over 7,000 pounds
We have seen the Queen of cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening br... [read poem]
ashes of life
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
Eat I must, and sleep I will, -- and ... [read poem]
Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, ... [read poem]
first fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my frie... [read poem]
dirge without music
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it... [read poem]
the penitent
I had a little Sorrow,
Born of a little Sin,
I found a room all damp with gloom
... [read poem]
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