Poet
John Reade
1826–
English
- And her soul is drinking the music that flows through the…
- And I, when age on age has rolled, shall sit on the royal…
- And long, long ages hence, when the Land that we love so…
- And men had lived in mist so long
- And now as our young nationhood is struggling into birth
- And now to you he brings
- And now, when centuries have flown
- And sea and lake and mountain
- And she hears many tongues of men, that are singing as one…
- And some are honoured, being dead
- And witches point, with palsied hand
- And, singing thus, he passed his days
- Apollo Dropt a Seed of Song
- As a faint ray or zephyr’s latest breath
- Balaam
- Bellerophon
- But ever before, in his wine, towards me he shewed honour…
- But one shall never pass away
- But when his soul shook off its clay
- But who is this advancing with gay attendant crowd
- But, like a bird, a noble song
- But, O Roses, smile again
- Canada, Canada, land of the maple
- Chorus and Clytemnestra
- Claudian
- De Profundis
- Devenish
- Eight hundred years ago, long years, before Jacques Cartier…
- Eloise
- Euripidis Hecuba, 905
- Far from Thy free, bounteous table
- For he flings wreaths of pearls abroad
- For to-day she breathes what to her is the first of a…
- From Aroer to Minnith and to Abel’s fertile plain
- From Beranger
- From H. C. Andersen’s Tales
- From Lamartine
- From Lamartine
- From Lamartine
- From Ovid’s “Metamorphoses.”
- From the French of A. V. Arnault
- From VIRGIL--Georgic IV. 457-527
- Good Night, I
- Good Night, II
- Good Night, III
- Great Nature’s book he wisely reads
- Hardly strange doth it seem that the Springtime refuseth…
- He calls, and what men fancied dumb
- He stands alone upon the deck
- He stands alone upon the deck
- He stands alone upon the deck
- He takes the stage; he writes a play
- He took the lonely, poet Celt and taught him Roman lore
- He touches the historic page
- Honour and pomp and victory are all forgotten now
- Hope
- Horace
- Humanum est errare, Divinum condonare
- I am sinful, doubting, fearing
- I have sinned against Thy goodness
- I stand like an image of brass, I, Vashti, in sight of such…
- In fine, he made “the world a stage
- In Memoriam
- In My Heart
- Is this all the love that he bore me, my husband, to…
- It is an hour of triumph to the warrior and his band
- It is the Quiet Hour
- Jubal
- June, 1866
- Killynoogan
- Kings of Men
- Lake is calling to lake
- Let the shout of our joy to-day be borne through the pulse…
- Long, my Father, have I wandered
- Look upon me, crushed and broken
- Lost and found! Once dead, now living
- Man’s passion--madness, hatred, guile
- Natalie
- No guns are fired, no joy-bell rings
- O grand, old woods, your forest-sires were thus as bright…
- O man! how oft thy acts have lied
- October’s woods are bright and gay, a thousand colours vie
- Of the shadowy distant ages
- Oh! the day is a weary burden, the night is a restless…
- On a Dead Field-Flower
- On these his sun of genius shone
- Our land is flushed with love; through the wealth of her…
- Per Noctem Plurima Volvens
- Postscript
- Priam and Helen
- Rejoice ye tribes of Israel, the Lord was on your side
- Rejoice, ye tribes of Israel, the Lord was on your side
- Rizpah
- Rosa
- Roses of England of every hue
- Shall I faint? shall I pine? shall I sicken and die for the…
- Sing Me the Songs I Love
- Sisera
- So God doth mould, as pleaseth Him, the nations of His…
- So she hears, not in words, but in spirit, the changeful…
- Some years glide by--the boy is man
- Spring
- Summer is Dead
- Sweet words of pity! Oh! if thou could’st rise
- Take me, oh! in mercy take me
- Thalatta! Thalatta!
- The chromatrope of woman’s heart
- The Clouds Are Blushing
- The gentle care that makes man blest
- The Lament of Andromache for Hector
- The modest gem--the tinselled gaud
- The mountains raise their faces
- The ocean has kissed her feet
- The Old War-Horse
- The Parting
- The Prophecy of Merlin
- The realms of air, with potent wand
- The rivers have gladly embraced
- The star! the star! oh! blazing light that burns into my…
- The Sussex woods were bright and red on that October morn
- Then she came, when his heart was grown weary with loving…
- This vengeance Time hath brought thee; and thy foe
- Tis the noon of the sweet, strong summer, the king of the…
- To a Snowbird
- To every season is its own peculiar beauty given
- To-day, three hundred years ago
- Unus Abest
- Version I
- Version II
- Version III
- Vox Dei
- Was I asleep? I came not here to sleep
- What is it? Oft, as I lie awake and my pillow is wet with…
- When one lone lamb is bleating in the shambles
- When the Spring-Time Comes
- Who hath begotten the drops of dew
- Who hath begotten the drops of dew
- Who hath begotten the drops of dew
- Who hath begotten the drops of dew
- Who hath begotten the drops of dew
- Winds that sport with the sea
- Winter
- Winter Sunshine
- Yet not to all such honour comes