A Christmas Chant (Abram Joseph Ryan Poems)
They ask me to sing them a Christmas song That with musical mirth shall ring;How know I that the world's ...
They ask me to sing them a Christmas song That with musical mirth shall ring;How know I that the world's ...
WAINAVOINEN'S LAMENTATION.Far and wide the tidings travelled,Far away men heard the storyOf the flight and death of Aino,Sister dear of ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
"Forget the snorting steam and piston stroke,Forget the spreading of the hideous town."—The Earthly ParadiseYes, William Morris, it were well ...
Pashepaho heard the young menTill their lofty words had ended,And in accents stern, thus answered:"For your presents, I am thankful.By ...
The dream is over,The vision has flown;Dead leaves are lyingWhere roses have blown;Wither'd and strownAre the hopes I cherished,—All hath ...
Ah, the stream by the ruin in the wood Has long ago run dry,And the only voice in the solitude ...
We danced at night in the farm-house, While, fifty yards away,We could hear the rush of the engines When the ...
You left your vineyards, dreaming of the vines in a dream landAnd dim Italian cities where high cathedrals stand.At Anzac ...
O, gentle shade of quiet woods, Where nature dwells in leafy halls, I love the sacred voice that ...
AH, turn your pretty eyes away! You would not have me love again? Love's pleasure does not live ...
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin';You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you dinna ...
'Tis spring! the boats bound to the sea; The breezes, loitering kindly over The fields, again bring herds and ...
Over the silent sea of sleep, Far away! far away! Over a strange and starlit deep Where the beautiful shadows ...
'T is spring! The boats bound to the sea; The breezes, loitering kindly overThe fields, again bring herds and men ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin'; You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
I shall come back without fanfaronade Of wailing wind and graveyard panoply; But, trembling, slip from cool Eternity- A mild ...
Frosty-white and cold it lies Underneath the fretful skies; Snowflakes flutter where the red Banners of the poppies spread, And ...
I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the ...
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