About Isabella Valancy Crawford
1850 -1887/Canadianwas born of cultured parents,– Stephen Dennis Crawford, M.D., and Sydney Scott–in Dublin, Ireland, on Christmas day, 1850. In 1858, the family emigrated to Upper Canada and settled at Paisley, on the Saugeen river. Of these pioneer days in Bruce county
Selected Quotes
Poetry & Stories
A Battle
SLOWLY the Moon her banderoles of lightUnfurls upon the sky; her fingers drip
A Hungry Day
I MIND him well, he was a quare ould chap,Come like meself from swate ould Erin's sod;
Caesar's Wife
NAY! swear no more, thou woman whom I calledStar, Empress, Wife! Were Dian's self to lean
Camp of Souls
My white canoe, like the silvery airO'er the River of Death that darkly rolls
Between The Wind And Rain
'The storm is in the air,' she said, and heldHer soft palm to the breeze; and looking up,
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Who is Isabella Valancy Crawford?
1850 -1887/Canadianwas born of cultured parents,– Stephen Dennis Crawford, M. D.
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Poems & Stories by Isabella Valancy Crawford
A Battle
SLOWLY the Moon her banderoles of lightUnfurls upon the sky; her fingers drip
A Hungry Day
I MIND him well, he was a quare ould chap,Come like meself from swate ould Erin's sod;
Caesar's Wife
NAY! swear no more, thou woman whom I calledStar, Empress, Wife! Were Dian's self to lean
Camp of Souls
My white canoe, like the silvery airO'er the River of Death that darkly rolls
Between The Wind And Rain
'The storm is in the air,' she said, and heldHer soft palm to the breeze; and looking up,
A Harvest Song
THE noon was as a crystal bowlThe red wine mantled through;
A Perfect Strain
O BID the minstrel tune his harp,And bid the minstrel sing;
Bite Deep And Wide, O Axe, The Tree!
'BITE deep and wide, O Axe, the tree!What doth thy bold voice promise me?''I promise thee all joyous things
Bouche-Mignonne
BOUCHE-MIGNONNE lived in the mill,Past the vineyards shady,
Beside The Sea
ONE time he dreamed beside a seaThat laid a mane of mimic stars
An Interregnum
LOUD trumpets blow among the naked pines,Fine spun as sere-cloth rent from royal dead.
Baby's Dreams
I SAW a fairy twine,Of star-white jessamine,
Selected Quotes by Isabella Valancy Crawford (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
I MIND him well, he was a quare ould chap,Come like meself from swate ould Erin's sod;
My white canoe, like the silvery airO'er the River of Death that darkly rolls
BOUCHE-MIGNONNE lived in the mill,Past the vineyards shady,
THE noon was as a crystal bowlThe red wine mantled through;
I SAW a fairy twine,Of star-white jessamine,
'The storm is in the air,' she said, and heldHer soft palm to the breeze; and looking up,
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