Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon (January 12, 1829 – September 20, 1879), born Rosanna Eleanor Mullins, was a Canadian writer and poet. She was "one of the first English-Canadian writers to depict French Canada in a way that earned the praise of, and resulted in her novels being read by, both anglophone and francophone Canadians."
Leprohon was born on January 12, 1829, in Montreal to Francis and Rosanna Mullins. The second daughter of a wealthy merchant, she was educated at the Convent of the Congregation of Notre Dame. She later wrote the poems "A Touching Ceremony" and "On the Death of the Same Reverend Nun" to honor the nuns and convent.
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Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon Poems
To My Husband on Our Wedding-Day
I leave for thee, beloved one, The home and friends of youth, Trusting my hopes, my happiness, Unto thy love and truth;
A Boy’s Hopes
Dear mother, dry those flowing tears, They grieve me much to see; And calm, oh! calm thine anxious fears— What dost thou dread for me?
A Canadian Snow Fall
Come to the casement, we’ll watch the snow Softly descending on earth below, Fairer and whiter than spotless down
“Oh! Autumn winds, what means this plaintive wailing Around the quiet homestead where we dwell? Whence come ye, say, and what the story mournful
A Canadian Summer Evening
The rose-tints have faded from out of the West, From the Mountain’s high peak, from the river’s broad breast.
A Child’s Treasures
Thou art home at last, my darling one, Flushed and tired with thy play, From morning dawn until setting sun Hast thou been at sport away;
Our Saviour And The Samaritan Woman At T...
Close beside the crystal waters of Jacob’s far-famed well, Whose dewy coolness gratefully upon the parched air fell,
Among the haughtiest of her sex, in noble, quiet pride, Cornelia stood, with mien that seemed their folly vain to chide:
An Afternoon In July
How hushed and still are earth and air, How languid ’neath the sun’s fierce ray— Drooping and faint—the flowrets fair,
After The Ball
Silence now reigns in the corridors wide, The stately rooms of that mansion of pride; The music is hushed, the revellers gone,
Far West Emigrant .
I. Mine eye is weary of the plains Of verdure vast and wide
A Modern Courtship
Why turn from me thus with such petulant pride, When I ask thee, sweet Edith, to be my bride; When I offer the gift of heart fond and true,
Charles VII And Joan Of Arc At Rheims
A glorious pageant filled the church of the proud old city of Rheims, One such as poet artists choose to form their loftiest themes:
Come, Tell Me Some Olden Story
I. Come tell me some olden story Of Knight or Paladin, Whose sword on the field of glory
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To My Husband on Our Wedding-Day
I leave for thee, beloved one,
The home and friends of youth,
Trusting my hopes, my happiness,
Unto thy love and truth;
I leave for thee my girlhood's joys,
Its sunny, careless mirth,
To bear henceforth my share amid
The many cares of earth.
And yet, no wild regret I give
To all that now I leave,
The golden dreams, the flow'ry wreaths
That I no more may weave;
The future that before me lies
A dark and unknown sea --
Whate'er may be its storms or shoals,
I brave them all with thee!
I will not tell thee now of love