J'aime à gravir les monts sauvages, le matin,
À l'heure harmonieuse et pleine de mystère
Où le brouillard des nuits, rafraîchissant la terre,
Perle en bruines d'or au feuillage du thym.
Et si, du fond du val, quelque timbre argentin
Soudain dans l'air sonore éclate solitaire,
Toutes les autres voix pour moi semblent se taire,
Et j'écoute ravi la chanson du lointain.
Poète, ouvre joyeux l'aile de ton génie,
Chante ! ton chant si pur rompt la monotonie
Des vulgaires accents du grand concert banal ;
Et moi ― dont le soleil à l'horizon décline, ―
Je veux monter souvent sur la sainte colline,
Pour entendre de loin ton refrain matinal !
Louis-Honoré Fréchette, was a Canadian poet, politician, playwright, and short story writer.Born in Lévis, Lower Canada, from 1854 to 1860 Fréchette did his classical studies at the Séminaire de Québec, the Collège de Sainte-Anne-de-la-Pocatière and at the Séminaire de Nicolet. He later studied law at Université Laval. In 1864, he opened a lawyer's office in Lévis where he founded two newspapers: Le drapeau de Lévis and La Tribune de Levis. He exiled himself in Chicago where he wrote La voix d'un exilé. A number of plays which he wrote during that period were lost in the Great Chicago Fire. Soon... Read more...
George Essex Evans was an Australian poet.
Evans was born in London on 18 June 1863. Both his parents were Welsh. Evans's father, John Evans, Q.C., died in 1864 when Evans was only a few months old. John Evans, who was the Treasurer of the Inner Temple and a...
In o'er-strict calyx lingering,
Lay music's bud too long unblown,
Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring:
Then bloomed the perfect rose of tone.
O Psalmist of the weak, the strong,
O Troubadour of love and strife,
Co-Litanist of right and wrong,
Sole Hymner of...