Their Story Runneth Thus (Abram Joseph Ryan Poems)
Two little children played among the flowers,Their mothers were of kin, tho' far apart;The children's ages were the very sameE'en ...
Two little children played among the flowers,Their mothers were of kin, tho' far apart;The children's ages were the very sameE'en ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
THE BROTHERS.Than old George Fletcher, on the British coastDwelt not a seaman who had more to boast:Kind, simple and sincere--he ...
The blazing rays of sunshine, little by little, condense; and the South Wind, with its swirls of dust, returns and ...
Kuprianov and his dear lady Natasha after walking those swinish guests to the door prepare for bed.kuprianovsaid, taking off his ...
Year after year, as Summer suns come round, Upon the Calais packet am I found: Thence to Geneva hurried by ...
There once was a time when I revelled in rhyme, with Valentines deluged my cousins, Translated Tibullus and ...
DICAEOPOLIS Be not surprised, most excellent spectators, If I that am a beggar have presumed To claim ...
FOR the grey-nurse knows the barb-hook As the codfish kens the line, And the bull-whale's blood is fountained Where the ...
DEAR BOB, you tell me I must write to you,And write in verse a pleasant recreation;But, O, the pen that ...
Why is your mind thus all day long Upon your music set;Till reason's swallowed in a song, Or idle canzonet?I ...
BONNIE wee laddies, and rosy-check'd lassies,Joyfully trotting to Kindergart classes,How gaily you march to the music of duty;Pictures and poems ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink ...
Our cowman, old Ed, hadn't much in his head, And lots of folks though him a witling; But he wasn't ...
I. How happy he, who free from care The rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breaths his native ...
Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his ...
Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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