Poet
George E. Merkley
1865–1904
English
- A frog dwelt once upon a time
- All through the long, long night Irene alone
- An Autumnal Dirge
- An Ode
- And as the fitful dream of parting life
- Another stream, in hidden vale apart
- Away delusive dream!--the soldier wakes
- But once upon a certain time
- Corrections
- Ember Pictures
- Eyes That Are Used to Weeping
- From the German of Heine
- Full well she knew the hand that dealt her doom
- Gloomy Genius though thou be
- Hers was an aspect singularly mild
- Horace
- Horace
- Horace
- Horace, Ode XVI., Book III
- I sought a furlough then, but ere ’twas given
- I stooped beside and strove to staunch the wound
- Iliad I. 43-52
- Iliad I. 528-539
- Iliad III. 1-14
- Iliad VI. 146-149
- Iliad VI. 466-580
- Imitated from the Japanese
- Impromptu
- In the Land of the Sun
- Leave thy gates of darkness, Death
- Long, long the night; its hours crept slowly by
- Lydia
- Lydia
- Lydia
- Moral
- My heart, that once beat with a rapid emotion
- Mystics
- No more o’er the days of my childhood I’ll ponder
- Now changed is this realm--all bliss has departed
- Now in the bright woodland the sweet birds are singing
- O thou pale moon, arrayed in sombre hues
- Oft would he start in wild delirium
- Oh! there are moments of our life a part
- Oh, Thou Hast Wept Long
- Once lightly I roamed o’er these green fields and meadows
- O’er Crag and O’er Dune
- Prelude
- Prelude
- Reason returns again, but ever gone
- Scarce yestermorn it was since he had come
- Songs Unsung
- Southward we turned.” He paused; then soon began
- Still let me cling to life; though hope be fled
- Still watched Irene; the bright moon higher rose
- The Broken Mirror
- The Chieftain’s Lament
- The day declined, night’s dusky mantle fell
- The faltering voice Irene no longer heard
- The Grave of a United Empire Loyalist
- The Magic Ring
- The Mystery of the Sea
- The Rainbow
- The Sailor’s Bride
- The skirmish o’er, by chance I found my way
- The soldier spoke, his accents feebly fell
- The Southern sun with his deep flood of light
- The sunbeams they come--but they melt not my sadness
- Then in fond dreams his Fancy oft would trace
- There ’neath the shady citron grove
- They but Dream Who Believe
- Thine no gloomy, lone dominion
- Thou shalt not be greeted here
- Time measures woe; her reign he oft makes brief
- Transition
- Within this cabin, on a summer’s eve
- Yet not for him unconscious slumbering there
- Yon stream that dashes down the Alpine height