My Curate’s Motor Bike (John O Brien Poems)
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
S. H.With beams December planets dartHis cold eye truth and conduct scanned,July was in his sunny heart,October in his liberal ...
As my mind in fancy wanders,While we figure on Life's stage,While in queries deep we ponder,O'er the past years ripe ...
I know of a landWhere hair does not grey, and where time's rule is banned,Where sun does not burn, and ...
LEARNING and fancy were combinedTo stimulate his manly mind;Open, generous and acute,Steady of purpose, in pursuitArdent and hopeful; all the ...
Light of the world, Immortal Mind;Father of all the human kind!Whose boundless eyes, that knows no rest,Intent on Nature's ample ...
Why art thou thus cast down, my heart?Why troubled, why dost mourn apart,O'er nought but earthly wealth?Trust in thy God, ...
I.CALM all the tumults that invadeOur souls, and lend Thy pow'rful aid.O Source of Mercy! soothe our pains,And break, O ...
MY life is like a stroll upon the beach, As near the ocean's edge as I can go;My tardy steps its ...
The moving hours move slowly by the palms.The lazy Nile laps softly as it flows.An Arab girl, a flagon in ...
IOh, for the power to call to aid, of mineOwn humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine.Then might she fitly ...
Who murmurs, hither, hither: whoWhere nought is audible so fills the ear?Where nought is visible can make appearA veil with ...
ARABELLA.Of a fair town where Doctor Rack was guide,His only daughter was the boast and pride -Wise Arabella, yet not ...
(Of my Brother's infant Son, February 21, 1839.)I.THERE is a sound of laughter light and gay, And hurried welcomes, as ...
IOh, splendour of our joy and our delight,Woven of gold amid the silken air!See the dear house among its gables ...
Our lives are hid; our trails are strange;We're scattered through the WestIn canyon cool, on blistered rangeOr windy mountain crest.Wherever ...
THE years slip past, and the hour-glass flows, But its sands are more than the ocean-tide's;They ruin the rose ...
Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature's error. Already the bars are filled and John is there. Beneath a plentiful lady over ...
'Tis my first night beneath the Sun If I should spend it here -- Above him is too low a ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend ...
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