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Bliss Carman (William)
April 15, 1861 - June 8, 1929
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 Captain Of The Press-Gang. | Shipmate, leave the ghostly shadows, | | 40 | 610 | | 2: | A Faun's Song. | Cool! cool! cool! Cool and sweet | | 20 | 693 | | 3: | A Friend's Wish. To C. W. S. | Give me your last Aloha, | | 8 | 720 | | 4: | A Good-By. | For love of the roving foot | | 4 | 663 | | 5: | A Hill Song. | Hills where once my love and I | | 18 | 678 | | 6: | A More Ancient Mariner. | The swarthy bee is a buccaneer, | | 76 | 631 | | 7: | A Rover's Song. | Snowdrift of the mountains, Spindrift of the sea, | | 16 | 722 | | 8: | A Son Of The Sea | I was born for deep-sea faring; | | 12 | 621 | | 9: | A Song Before Sailing | Wind of the dead men's feet, | | 44 | 738 | | 10: | A Song By The Shore. | Lose and love" is love's first art; | | 18 | 670 | | 11: | A Song For Marna. | Dame of the night of hair | | 16 | 610 | | 12: | A Stein Song. | Give a rouse, then, in the Maytime | | 28 | 637 | | 13: | A Toast. | Here's a health to thee, Roberts, | | 20 | 597 | | 14: | A Vagabond Song. | There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood | | 12 | 606 | | 15: | A Waif. | Do you know what it is to be vagrant born? | | 12 | 730 | | 16: | Accident In Art. | That painter has not with a careless smutch | | 14 | 668 | | 17: | Across The Table. To A. L. L. | Here's to you, Arthur! You and I | | 16 | 627 | | 18: | An Easter Market. | Today, through your Easter market | | 52 | 701 | | 19: | Arnold, Master Of The Scud | There's a schooner out from Kingsport, | | 96 | 573 | | 20: | At Michaelmas. | About the time of Michael's feast | | 112 | 649 | | 21: | At Sea. | As a brave man faces the foe, | | 36 | 675 | | 22: | At The End Of The Day. | There is no escape by the river, | | 32 | 687 | | 23: | At The Granite Gate | There paused to shut the door | | 56 | 679 | | 24: | At The Road-House: In Memory Of Robert Louis Stevenson. | You hearken, fellows? Turned aside | | 52 | 552 | | 25: | Barney Mcgee. | Barney McGee, there's no end of good luck in you, | | 112 | 607 | | 26: | Behind The Arras | I like the old house tolerably well, | | 300 | 708 | | 27: | Beyond The Gamut | Softly, softly, Niccolo Amati! | | 272 | 704 | | 28: | Buie Annajohn. | Buie Annajohn was the king's black mare, | | 29 | 677 | | 29: | Comrades. | Comrades, pour the wine to-night | | 28 | 613 | | 30: | Concerning Kavin. | When Kavin comes back from the barber, | | 4 | 1765 | | 31: | Contemporaries. | A barbered woman's man,"--yes, so | | 49 | 1142 | | 32: | Daisies. | Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune | | 8 | 754 | | 33: | Discovery. | When the bugler morn shall wind his horn, | | 48 | 643 | | 34: | Distillation. | They that eat the uncrushed grape | | 6 | 756 | | 35: | Down The Songo. | Floating! Floating--and all the stillness waits | | 51 | 638 | | 36: | Earth's Lyric. | You hearken, my fellow, | | 28 | 696 | | 37: | Evening On The Potomac. | The fervid breath of our flushed Southern May | | 33 | 710 | | 38: | Exit Anima | Cease, Wind, to blow And drive the peopled snow, | | 51 | 651 | | 39: | Fancy's Fool | Cornel, cornel, green and white, | | 48 | 773 | | 40: | Hack And Hew | Hack and Hew were the sons of God | | 36 | 678 | | 41: | Hem And Haw. | Hem and Haw were the sons of sin, | | 28 | 638 | | 42: | Hunting-Song: From "King Arthur." | Oh, who would stay indoor, indoor, | | 16 | 712 | | 43: | In A Copy Of Browning. | Browning, old fellow, | | 136 | 519 | | 44: | In A Garden. | Thought is a garden wide and old | | 8 | 666 | | 45: | In A Silence | Heart to heart! And the stillness of night and the moonlight, | | 28 | 624 | | 46: | In The House Of Idiedaily. | Oh, but life went gayly, gayly, | | 44 | 541 | | 47: | In The Wayland Willows. | Once I met a soncy maid, | | 36 | 619 | | 48: | In The Wings | The play is Life; and this round earth, | | 24 | 705 | | 49: | In The Workshop. | Once in the Workshop, ages ago, | | 23 | 527 | | 50: | Isabel. | In her body's perfect sweet | | 6 | 623 | | 51: | Jongleurs. | What is the stir in the street? | | 134 | 623 | | 52: | June Night In Washington. | The scent of honeysuckle, | | 75 | 584 | | 53: | Karlene. | Word of a little one born in the West, | | 76 | 688 | | 54: | Karlene. | Good-morning, Karlene. It's a very | | 124 | 639 | | 55: | Kavin Again. | It is not anything he says, | | 4 | 689 | | 56: | Lal Of Kilrudden. | Kilrudden ford, Kilrudden dale, | | 35 | 671 | | 57: | Launa Dee. | Weary, oh, so weary With it all! | | 70 | 512 | | 58: | Laurana's Song. For "A Lady Of Venice." | Who'll have the crumpled pieces of a heart? | | 16 | 528 | | 59: | Legends Of Lost Haven | There are legends of Lost Haven, | | 40 | 567 | | 60: | Mary Of Marka. | Eric of Marka holds the knife: | | 12 | 667 | | 61: | Mr. Moon: A Song Of The Little People. | O Moon, Mr. Moon, When you comin' down? | | 105 | 738 | | 62: | Nancibel. | The ghost of a wind came over the hill, | | 10 | 570 | | 63: | Nocturne: In Anjou. | I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. | | 14 | 586 | | 64: | Nocturne: In Provence. | The blue night, like an angel, came into the room, | | 28 | 605 | | 65: | Noons Of Poppy | Noons of poppy, noons of poppy, | | 20 | 535 | | 66: | Outbound | A lonely sail in the vast sea-room, | | 18 | 757 | | 67: | Premonition. | He said, "Good-night, my heart is light, | | 16 | 655 | | 68: | Quince To Lilac: To G. H. | Dear Lilac, how enchanting | | 100 | 633 | | 69: | Resignation. | When I am only fit to go to bed, | | 14 | 558 | | 70: | Secrets. | Three secrets that never were said: | | 4 | 692 | | 71: | September Woodlands. | This is not sadness in the wood; | | 12 | 571 | | 72: | Shakespeare Himself: For The Unveiling Of Mr. Partridge'S Statue Of The Poet. | The body is no prison where we lie | | 100 | 569 | | 73: | Speech And Silence. | The words that pass from lip to lip | | 4 | 663 | | 74: | Spring Song. | Make me over, mother April, | | 114 | 645 | | 75: | The Bather. | I saw him go down to the water to bathe; | | 16 | 636 | | 76: | The Buccaneers. | Oh, not for us the easy mirth | | 40 | 589 | | 77: | The Crimson House | Love built a crimson house, I know it well, | | 44 | 750 | | 78: | The Cruise Of The Galleon | Galleon, ahoy, ahoy! Old earth riding off the sun, | | 48 | 732 | | 79: | The Dustman | Dustman, dustman!" Through the deserted square he cries, | | 44 | 792 | | 80: | The Face In The Stream | The sunburnt face in the willow shade | | 92 | 764 | | 81: | The Faithless Lover | O Life, dear Life, in this fair house | | 24 | 738 | | 82: | The Faun. A Fragment. | I will go out to grass with that old King, | | 88 | 649 | | 83: | The First Julep. | I love the lazy Southern spring, | | 16 | 653 | | 84: | The Gravedigger | Oh, the shambling sea is a sexton old, | | 56 | 593 | | 85: | The Hearse-Horse. | Said the hearse-horse to the coffin, | | 21 | 674 | | 86: | The Joys Of The Road. | Now the joys of the road are chiefly these: | | 70 | 659 | | 87: | The Juggler | Look how he throws them up and up, | | 56 | 703 | | 88: | The Kavanagh. | A stone jug and a pewter mug, | | 40 | 640 | | 89: | The Kelpie Riders | Buried alive in calm Rochelle, | | 336 | 578 | | 90: | The King Of Ys | Wild across the Breton country, | | 136 | 535 | | 91: | The King's Son. | Daughter, daughter, marry no man, | | 44 | 571 | | 92: | The Last Watch | Comrades, comrades, have me buried | | 80 | 612 | | 93: | The Lodger | I cannot quite recall When first he came, | | 360 | 669 | | 94: | The Marching Morrows. | Now gird thee well for courage, | | 40 | 535 | | 95: | The Marring Of Malyn | Among the wintry mountains beside the Northern sea | | 180 | 679 | | 96: | The Master Of The Isles | There is rumor in Dark Harbor, | | 84 | 578 | | 97: | The Mendicants. | We are as mendicants who wait | | 48 | 541 | | 98: | The Mocking-Bird. | Hear! hear! hear! Listen! the word | | 19 | 766 | | 99: | The Moondial | Iron and granite and rust, | | 64 | 739 | | 100: | The Mote. | Two shapes of august bearing, seraph tall, | | 27 | 565 | | 101: | The Mother Of Poets. To H. F. H. | The typewriter ticketh no more in the twilight; | | 28 | 570 | | 102: | The Nancy's Pride | On the long slow heave of a lazy sea, | | 64 | 626 | | 103: | The Night Express | Out through the hills of midnight, | | 72 | 757 | | 104: | The Night-Washers. | Whe-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! | | 45 | 683 | | 105: | The Outlaw. | Oh, let my lord laugh in his halls | | 18 | 612 | | 106: | The Red Wolf | With the fall of the leaf comes the wolf, wolf, wolf, | | 100 | 683 | | 107: | The Sea Gypsy. | I am fevered with the sunset, | | 12 | 695 | | 108: | The Shadow Boatswain | Don't you know the sailing orders? | | 80 | 561 | | 109: | The Ships Of St. John | Smile, you inland hills and rivers! | | 52 | 750 | | 110: | The Sleepers | The tall carnations down the garden walks | | 24 | 676 | | 111: | The Two Bobbies. | Bobbie Burns and Bobbie Browning, | | 20 | 588 | | 112: | The Unsainting Of Kavin. | Saint Kavin was a gentleman, | | 52 | 614 | | 113: | The Wander-Lovers. | Down the world with Marna! | | 72 | 670 | | 114: | The War-Song Of Gamelbar. | Bowmen, shout for Gamelbar! | | 98 | 581 | | 115: | The Wood-God. | Brother, lost brother! | | 20 | 639 | | 116: | The Yule Guest | And Yanna by the yule log | | 216 | 575 | | 117: | Three Of A Kind. | Three of us without a care | | 60 | 544 | | 118: | To G. H. B. | I shut myself in with my soul, | | 2 | 793 | | 119: | Vagabondia. | Off with the fetters That chafe and restrain! | | 135 | 681 | | 120: | Verlaine. | Avid of life and love, insatiate vagabond, | | 14 | 724 | | 121: | When I Was Twenty. | It was June, and I was twenty. | | 24 | 614 | | 122: | Wood-Folk Lore. To T. B. M. | For every one Beneath the sun, | | 54 | 577 |
About:
Bliss Carman, was a preeminent Canadian poet. He was born William Bliss Carman in Fredericton, in the Maritime province of New Brunswick. He published under the name "Bliss Carman," although the "Bliss" is his mother's surname.
As with many Canadian poets, nature figures prominently as a theme in his work. In his time, he was arguably Canada's best known poet, and was dubbed by some the "unofficial poet laureate of Canada."
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