Lament (Katharine Tynan Poems)
To the Immortal Tenth (Irish) DivisionSuvla, name of bitterness, Myrrh and aloes in the mouth,Salt as Dead Sea water is! All that ...
To the Immortal Tenth (Irish) DivisionSuvla, name of bitterness, Myrrh and aloes in the mouth,Salt as Dead Sea water is! All that ...
Gethsemane, Gethsemane, Gethsemane!Oh, Garden of Sorrow! Whose pathwaysKnew His tread and His sacred sorrow.Oh, that thy herbage might speak!That thy ...
Beyond the brassy sun-stare where each shadeCrouches beneath its substance at mid-noon,The tall giraffes are gathered in a gladeGrazing the ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
'What have you there?' the great Panjandrum saidTo the Master of the Revels who had ledA bucking truant with a ...
With fierce noons beaming, moons of glory gleaming, Full conduits streaming, where fair bathers lie, With sunsets ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce ...
I rode across a valley rangeI hadn't seen for years.The trail was all so spoilt and strangeIt nearly fetched the ...
I hate men.I can't abide 'em even now and then.Than ever marry one of them, I'd rest a virgin rather,For ...
Beside Missouri's swelling wavesAn Indian maiden knelt,And gazed across the shadowed stream,And through the forest's belt;And while the leaves about ...
IAll all and all the dry worlds lever,Stage of the ice, the solid ocean,All from the oil, the pound of ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw, That Scot to Scot did carry; And dire the discord Langside saw For ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce a tree, ...
I All all and all the dry worlds lever, Stage of the ice, the solid ocean, All from the oil, ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
An olive fire's a lovely thing; Somehow it makes me think of Spring As in my grate it over-spills With ...
Beneath the trees I lounged at ease And watched them speed the pace; They swerved and swung, they clutched and ...
1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a ...
This is winter, this is night, small love -- A sort of black horsehair, A rough, dumb country stuff Steeled ...
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