Vale` – Father Pat (John O Brien Poems)
Yes, that's the hardest hand at all upon my frosted head-That telegram that brought the news that Father Pat is ...
Yes, that's the hardest hand at all upon my frosted head-That telegram that brought the news that Father Pat is ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent ...
The type of enterprise is he, Of sense and thrift and toil; Who reckons less on pedigree Than rich, productive soil; And no "blue ...
Died at New Haven, August 25th, 1861, aged 78.I well remember him, and heard his voiceIn vigorous prime, beneath the ...
The RECAPITULATION.And Pourtrait of a Heav'nly breathing Soul. Whoso delights to burn in holy Fire Of Virgin fair Theophila, Joy, ...
THE VICAR.WHERE ends our chancel in a vaulted space,Sleep the departed Vicars of the place;Of most, all mention, memory, thought ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
The Bobolink is gone -- The Rowdy of the Meadow -- And no one swaggers now but me -- The ...
He burned a hole in frozen muck, He pierced the icy mould, And there in six-foot dirt he struck A ...
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