Emily Pauline Johnson

[Tekahionwake] (10 March 1861 – 7 March 1913 / Chiefswood, Ontario)

Emily Pauline Johnson Poems

1. Canadian Born 1/1/2004
2. Canada 1/1/2004
3. Close By 1/1/2004
4. Fire-Flowers 1/1/2004
5. The Giant Oak 1/1/2004
6. A Cry From An Indian Wife 1/1/2004
7. At Sunset 1/1/2004
8. Autumn's Orchestra 1/1/2004
9. As Red Men Die 1/1/2004
10. The Cattle Thief 1/1/2004
11. Finale 1/1/2004
12. Ojistoh 1/1/2004
13. Beyond The Blue 1/1/2004
14. Aspens 1/1/2004
15. Moonset 1/1/2004
16. Silhouette 1/1/2004
17. Rainfall 1/1/2004
18. Lullaby Of The Iroquois 1/1/2004
19. At Husking Time 1/1/2004
20. A Prodigal 1/1/2004
21. At Crow's Nest Pass 1/1/2004
22. The Corn Husker 1/1/2004
23. Penseroso 1/1/2004
24. The Homing Bee 1/1/2004
25. Shadow River 1/1/2004
26. The Sleeping Giant (Thunder Bay, Lake Superior) 1/1/2004
27. In The Shadows 1/1/2004
28. Day Dawn 1/1/2004
29. Good-Bye 1/1/2004
30. The Train Dogs 1/1/2004
31. Harvest Time 1/1/2004
32. The Happy Hunting Grounds 1/1/2004
33. Christmastide 1/1/2004
34. Overlooked 1/1/2004
35. Nocturne 1/1/2004
36. In Grey Days 1/1/2004
37. The Lost Lagoon 1/1/2004
38. The Riders Of The Plains 1/1/2004
39. The Songster 1/1/2004
40. Mosses 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Emily Pauline Johnson

Canadian Born

We first saw light in Canada, the land beloved of God;
We are the pulse of Canada, its marrow and its blood:
And we, the men of Canada, can face the world and brag
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.

Few of us have the blood of kings, few are of courtly birth,
But few are vagabonds or rogues of doubtful name and worth;
And all have one credential that entitles us to brag--
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.

We've yet to make our money, we've yet to make our fame,
But we have gold and glory in our clean colonial ...

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Your Mirror Frame

Methinks I see your mirror frame,
Ornate with photographs of them.
Place mine therein, for, all the same,
I'll have my little laughs at them.

For girls may come, and girls may go,
I think I have the best of them;
And yet this photograph I know
You'll toss among the rest of them.

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