William Carman
William Carman
Canadian Poet Laureate associated with the Confederation Poets and known for such works as Songs from Vagabondia and Low Tide on Grand Pre. He was the 1928 recipient of the Royal Society of Canada's Lorne Pierce Medal.
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth15 April 1861
CityFredericton, Canada
art care fame less life
Have little care that Life is brief,And less that Art is long.Success is in the silencesThough Fame is in the song.
beauty life
The life we give to beautyReturns to us again.
beauty life returns
The life we give to beauty Returns to us again.
fortune god keeps lets sun thank
Thank God for povertyThat makes and keeps us free,That lets us go our unobtrusive way,Glad of the sun and rain,Upright, serene, humane,Contented with the fortune of a day.
contented fortune glad god keeps lets poverty sun thank
Thank God for poverty That makes and keeps us free, That lets us go our unobtrusive way, Glad of the sun and rain, Upright, serene, humane, Contented with the fortune of a day.
blood calls follow gypsy hill name october rise sets
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir, We must rise and follow her; When from every hill of flame, She calls and calls each vagabond by name
coming good rivers thy
Thy coming is companionedBy presences of bliss;The rivers and the little leavesAll know how good it is.
coming good leaves rivers thy
Thy coming is companioned By presences of bliss; The rivers and the little leaves All know how good it is.
above blake celtic dark door eloquent footsteps held high inspired key lamp loud moment mystic near opened rattle refined silent smaller stands velvet william
Dark alley, near midnight, silent door, loud knock, moment of silence, footsteps groping down stairs, rattle of key in lock, door opened -- and there lamp held high above his head, stands your dark Celtic velvet inspired mystic eloquent refined W.B.Y. himself, the William Blake of this smaller generation.
agreed facts marks merely point rid tyranny wish
I often wish . . . that I could rid the world of the tyranny of facts. What are facts but compromises? A fact merely marks the point where we have agreed to let investigation cease.