The Child: At Bethlehem (John Bannister Tabb Poems)
ILong, long before the Babe could speak,When he would kiss his mother's cheekAnd to her bosom press,The brightest angels, standing ...
ILong, long before the Babe could speak,When he would kiss his mother's cheekAnd to her bosom press,The brightest angels, standing ...
One through Mother Mary, weWith Thy warm humanity;And through Thee, her only Son,With our heavenly Father one;Motherless the world above,Earth ...
WAINAMOINEN FINDS THE LOST-WORD.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Did not learn the words of magicIn Tuoni's gloomy regions,In the kingdom of Manala.Thereupon ...
Three long days o'er the barren steppe Where the earth lay dead in her winding-sheet She measured the hours from ...
Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Little Goody Two-Shoes! Do you know about her? Well, I'm ready now to tell ...
Do I know Polly Brown? Do I know her? Why, damme, You ...
KULLERVO FINDS HIS TRIBE-FOLK.Kullerwoinen, young magician,In his beauteous, golden ringlets,In his magic shoes of deer-skin,Left the home of IlmarinenWandered forth ...
'Arry an' me is bits of sports; When the summer comes aroundWe gits our sweaters an' guns an' shorts An' ...
Exempt! She "does not have to work!" So might one talkDefending long, bedridden ease, Weak yielding ankles, flaccid ...
Suggested by the tolling of the bell on the sash factory in PortDeposit on a stormy night in January, 1856.The ...
Out in the cold mid the dreary night,Under the eaves of homes so bright:Snowflakes falling o'er mother's graveWill no one ...
THE wind is howling through the winter night,Like to a pack of angry wolves that cry.My hapless willows bend before ...
Is not this enough for moan To see this babe all motherless - A babe beloved - thrust out alone ...
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Kind Christians, pray list to me, And I'll relate a sad story, Concerning a little blind girl, only nine years ...
On he goes, the little one, Bud of the universe, Pediment of life. Setting off somewhere, apparently. Whither away, brisk ...
Dawn coming in over the fields of darkness takes me by surprise and I look up from my solitary road ...
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