Charles Sangster
Charles Sangster was a pioneering Canadian poet recognized for his significant contributions to the literary landscape of Canada in the 19th century. He was the first poet to focus extensively on Canadian themes, capturing the essence of the country's landscapes, culture, and identity in his work. Sangster's poetry often reflected the natural beauty of Canada, as well as the experiences and sentiments of its people, making him a crucial figure in the development of Canadian literature. His notable works include 'The St. Lawrence and the Saguenay' and 'The Poetical Works of Charles Sangster', which showcase his lyrical style and deep appreciation for his homeland. Sangster's significance lies not only in his thematic focus but also in his role as a precursor to later Canadian poets. The Dictionary of Canadian Biography hailed him as "the best of the pre-confederation poets," underscoring his influence on subsequent generations of writers who sought to articulate a distinctly Canadian voice. His dedication to exploring and celebrating Canadian subjects helped lay the groundwork for a national literary identity, making him a key figure in the history of Canadian poetry and literature.
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View all 3 quotes“Lyric To The Isles Here the spirit of Beauty keepeth Jubilee for evermore; Here the voice of Gladness leapeth, Echoing from shore to shore. O'er the hidden watery valley, O'er each buried wood and glade, Dances our delighted galley, Through the sunlight and the shade; Dances o'er the granite cells, Where the soul of Beauty dwells; Here the flowers are ever springing, While the summer breezes blow; Here the Hours are ever clinging, Loitering before they go; Playing round each beauteous islet, Loath to leave the sunny shore, Where, upon her couch of violet, Beauty sits for evermore; Sits and smiles by day and night, Hand in hand with pure Delight. Here the spirit of Beauty dwelleth In each palpitating tree, In each amber wave that welleth From its home beneath the sea; In the moss upon the granite In each calm, secluded bay, With the zephyr trains that fan it With their sweet breaths all the day– On the waters, on the shore, Beauty dwelleth evermore!”
“Lyric To The Isles Charles Sangster Here the spirit of Beauty keepeth Jubilee for evermore; Here the voice of Gladness leapeth, Echoing from shore to shore. O'er the hidden watery valley, O'er each buried wood and glade, Dances our delighted galley, Through the sunlight and the shade; Dances o'er the granite cells, Where the soul of Beauty dwells; Here the flowers are ever springing, While the summer breezes blow; Here the Hours are ever clinging, Loitering before they go; Playing round each beauteous islet, Loath to leave the sunny shore, Where, upon her couch of violet, Beauty sits for evermore; Sits and smiles by day and night, Hand in hand with pure Delight. Here the spirit of Beauty dwelleth In each palpitating tree, In each amber wave that welleth From its home beneath the sea; In the moss upon the granite In each calm, secluded bay, With the zephyr trains that fan it With their sweet breaths all the day– On the waters, on the shore, Beauty dwelleth evermore!”
“My brain was a weird wilderness of Thought: My heart, love's sea of passion tossed and torn”
