Sea Reverie (Abram Joseph Ryan Poems)
Strange Sea! why is it that you never rest? And tell me why you never go to sleep?Thou art like ...
Strange Sea! why is it that you never rest? And tell me why you never go to sleep?Thou art like ...
ON the still water of our childish days The noonday blue and midnight heaven look down, Painting themselves, while every ...
INOW God be with you wheresoe'er you go; God knows I would that I could go instead; My little worthless ...
Calm as that moonbeam on the wall, Sleep broods on baby's eyes; Arms, hush'd and still, but pulsing quick, ...
Today I met a happy man Greeting the glad new year.About his face the sunbeams ranAnd danced, as straightaway he ...
O for wings! that I might soar A little way above the floor, A little way beyond the roar— A ...
Upon the eyes, the lips, the feet, On all the passages of sense, The atoning oil is spread with ...
Over the hills of heather Wakens the windy morn,In the island of Inisfalen Where my fathers were bred and born.Round ...
OFTEN when the night is come, With its quiet group at home, While they broider, knit, or sew, Read, or ...
Thy kiss is for the weary, child of God, — Gliding out of the dusk with silent feet ...
Come not before me now, O visionary face! Me tempest-tost, and borne along life's passionate sea; Troublous and dark and ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee? Or ...
OCTOBER: Ægloga DecimaPIERCE & CUDDIE Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head, And let us cast with what delight ...
GReat wrong I doe, I can it not deny, to that most sacred Empresse my dear dred, not finishing her ...
Swift, o'er the wild and dreary waste A NUT-BROWN GIRL was seen to haste; Wide waving was her unbound hair, ...
Yes, I will go, where circling whirlwinds rise, Where threat'ning clouds in sable grandeur lour; Where the blast yells, the ...
'Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut Built on a jutting crag, o'erhung ...
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing. I want to fill it with color and ducks, The zoo ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
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