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Thomas Frederick Young
? - 1940
Poetry Listing
Please Note: This list is not comprehensive, but is an ongoing work of the love of poetry.
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Dream. | One night, while peaceful in my bed | | 44 | 341 | | 2: | A Hero's Decision. | He just had reached the time of life, | | 44 | 337 | | 3: | A Protestant Irishman To His Wife. | Just forty years to-day, my dear, | | 48 | 263 | | 4: | A Sabbath Morning In The Country. | Tis morning, and the meadows yet, | | 40 | 261 | | 5: | A Snow Storm. | I hear the wintry wind again, | | 44 | 253 | | 6: | A Sunset. | Oh come," said I unto my love, | | 52 | 287 | | 7: | A Swain To His Sweetheart. | What subtle charm is in thy voice, | | 24 | 249 | | 8: | A Virtuous Woman. | A woman pure, oh, who can find? | | 36 | 264 | | 9: | Autumn. | The grass is wet with heavy dew, | | 48 | 258 | | 10: | By The Lake. | The waves are dashing on the shore, | | 28 | 234 | | 11: | Byron. | While genius endows the sons of men | | 34 | 216 | | 12: | Canada. | Come now, my Muse, do thou inspire my pen, | | 144 | 266 | | 13: | Catching Speckled Trout. | In early days, when streams ran pure, | | 48 | 241 | | 14: | Christmas. | Old father Time, his cruel scythe | | 32 | 272 | | 15: | David's Lamentation Over Saul And Jonathan. | The beauty of Israel is slain on thy mountains, | | 35 | 278 | | 16: | Display. | Deep planted in the heart of man, | | 28 | 280 | | 17: | Farewell. | Farewell! and know, where'er I roam, | | 36 | 253 | | 18: | Goderich. | Where once the red deer, wolf or bear, | | 52 | 238 | | 19: | Grace Darling. | The steamer Forfarshire, one morn | | 64 | 244 | | 20: | Happiness. | Fair Happiness, I've courted thee, | | 52 | 283 | | 21: | Hate. | While love inspires, and friendship warms | | 32 | 272 | | 22: | How Nature's Beauties Should Be Viewed. | Should man, with microscopic eye, | | 32 | 281 | | 23: | Ireland. | Thou green isle of sorrows, I think of thee daily, | | 52 | 260 | | 24: | Is There Room For The Poet? | Is there room for the poet, fair Canada's sons. | | 36 | 293 | | 25: | John And Jane. | Said Jane to John, "Come, let us wed, | | 20 | 253 | | 26: | Kelvin. | While poets sing in lofty strain, | | 52 | 279 | | 27: | Life. | What is life?" I asked a lad, | | 84 | 258 | | 28: | Lines In Memory Of The Late Ven. Archdeacon Elwood, A.M. | When men of gentle lives depart, | | 60 | 234 | | 29: | Lines On The North-West Rebellion. | The war is o'er, and vict'ry crowns | | 40 | 249 | | 30: | Louis Riel. | Misguided man, thy turbid life | | 44 | 235 | | 31: | Love And Wine. | Tis wine that cheers the soul of man, | | 36 | 251 | | 32: | Love. | Thou source of bliss, thou cause of woe, | | 24 | 286 | | 33: | Man And His Pleasures. | Tis not with glad fruition crown'd, | | 20 | 210 | | 34: | Man. | One day I sat me down to write, | | 56 | 259 | | 35: | Memories Of Schooldays. | There are mem'ries glad of the old school-house, | | 48 | 231 | | 36: | Nature's Forces Ours. | I see the wild and dashing waves | | 36 | 275 | | 37: | New Year's Day. | Hail! joyous morn. Hail! happy day, | | 52 | 261 | | 38: | Niagara Falls. | Niagara, thou mighty flood. | | 44 | 232 | | 39: | Ode To Man. | A man is not what oft he seems, | | 24 | 251 | | 40: | Purity. | Keep pure the thoughts within thy mind, | | 20 | 337 | | 41: | Robert Burns. | One hundred years have come and gone, | | 60 | 269 | | 42: | Slander. | Of all the poison plants that grow, | | 28 | 278 | | 43: | St. Patrick's Day. | The chilly days of March are here, | | 56 | 272 | | 44: | Sunrise. | How few there are who know the pure delight, | | 83 | 244 | | 45: | Sympathy. | Mid forces all, that work unseen, | | 32 | 277 | | 46: | Temptation. | The raging force of passion's storm, | | 24 | 266 | | 47: | Thanksgiving Day. | God of the harvest, once again | | 28 | 253 | | 48: | The Diamond And The Pebble. | Why value ye the diamond, and | | 32 | 272 | | 49: | The Fisherman's Wife. | The fisherman's wife stood on the beach. | | 52 | 259 | | 50: | The Huntsman And His Hound. | When hill and dale, long years ago, | | 68 | 233 | | 51: | The Indian. | When wooded hill, and grassy plain, | | 61 | 217 | | 52: | The Maple Tree. | Where craggy hills round Madoc rise, | | 52 | 271 | | 53: | The Pine Tree. | The wind last night was wild and strong, | | 44 | 245 | | 54: | The Reading Man. | With patient toil, from day to day, | | 40 | 265 | | 55: | The School-Taught Youth. | His step was light, and his looks as bright | | 68 | 256 | | 56: | The Teacher. | Say, sadden'd mortal, thou who goest along | | 52 | 310 | | 57: | The Tempest Stilled. | The sky was dark with threat'ning clouds, | | 56 | 247 | | 58: | The Truant Boy. After Moore's "Minstrel Boy." | Oh, the truant boy to the woods has gone, | | 32 | 239 | | 59: | Things Mysterious. | This earth's a mystery profound, | | 44 | 238 | | 60: | Thomas Moore. | The land of poetry and mirth, | | 44 | 244 | | 61: | Thought. | With demon's shriek or angel's voice, | | 32 | 254 | | 62: | To - - | These lines, which on this leaf I write, | | 16 | 268 | | 63: | To A Canary. | Imprison'd songster, thou for me | | 32 | 235 | | 64: | To A Friend. | With kindly thoughts full oft we've met, | | 8 | 227 | | 65: | To A Friend. | In years to come, when looking o'er | | 8 | 212 | | 66: | To A Friend. | The youthful joys of vanish'd years, | | 16 | 211 | | 67: | To A Friend. | Within this little book of thine, | | 12 | 252 | | 68: | To A Little Girl. | E ach wish, my fairest child, I pen, | | 13 | 289 | | 69: | To A Little Girl. | Go, little girl, your course pursue, | | 8 | 250 | | 70: | To A Young Lady. | Short is the time, my friend, since I | | 12 | 233 | | 71: | To Master George Twiddy. | G o on your way, my youthful friend, | | 12 | 217 | | 72: | To Miss - - | Youth is the time when all is bright; | | 20 | 266 | | 73: | To Miss - - | My friend of days, but not of years, | | 12 | 286 | | 74: | To Miss - - | In tracing here these lines, my friend, | | 12 | 292 | | 75: | To Miss - - | The fairest flowers often fade, | | 8 | 266 | | 76: | To Miss Milly Scott. | Memories of happy school-days, | | 10 | 256 | | 77: | To Nova Scotia. | OH brothers, friends, down by the sea, | | 40 | 235 | | 78: | Woman. | I've had my share of bright employ, | | 32 | 258 | | 79: | Ye Patriot Sons Of Canada. | Ye patriot sons of Canada, | | 36 | 252 | | 80: | Youthful Fancies. | The morning of a gladsome day in spring | | 73 | 256 |
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