Presentiment (Abram Joseph Ryan Poems)
My SisterCometh a voice from a far-land! Beautiful, sad, and low;Shineth a light from the star-land! Down on the night ...
My SisterCometh a voice from a far-land! Beautiful, sad, and low;Shineth a light from the star-land! Down on the night ...
All in green went my love ridingon a great horse of goldinto the silver dawn. Four lean hounds crouched low ...
One day, when summer suns were kind, I walked within my soul's domain, Where inner summer held its reign,And ...
It is a shame that I should lift my voice In these great days of toil, and thought, and song, ...
FLEETER than time, across the Continent,Through unsunned ocean depths, from beach to beach,Around the rolling globe Thought's couriers reach.The new-tuned ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants -- At Evening, it is not -- At Morning, in a Truffled Hut ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
Of Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
GRIM monarch! see, depriv'd of vital breath, A young physician in the dust of death: Dost thou go on incessant ...
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain ...
Vicisti, Galilæe I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end; Goddess and maiden and ...
SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee? Or ...
from Atalanta in Calydon When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or ...
Hark to the Sourdough story, told at sixty below, When the pipes are lit and we smoke and spit Into ...
MY faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks, my love; It panted for thee like the hind ...
OH, be not led away, Lured by the colour of the sun-rich day. The gay romance of song Unto the ...
Not a "window on the world" But as we call you, A box a tube Terrarium of dreams and wonders. ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth's face, In the ...
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