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 ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
Comme dans l'?ponge il y a dans l'orange une aspiration ? reprendre contenance apr?s avoir subi l'?preuve de l'expression. Mais ...
As when the sun in darkness sets, And night falls on the earth,Along the azure fields above The stars of ...
Awakes for me and leaps from shroudAll radiantly the moon's own nightOf folded showers in streamer cloud;Our shadows down the ...
The curtain falls—closed is the Drama's page:Why lingers Beatrice upon the stage?Away, illusion!—this is not thy sphere—The sigh is faithful, ...
BEHOLD, I walked abroad at early morning,The fields of June were bathed in dew and lustre,The hills were clad with ...
Why are you running so fast hither and thitherChasing midges or butterflies?Some of you are standing solemnly scratching for grubs;Some ...
Four thousand lamps of gold and silver light Suspended round the mighty dome, and o erThose rows ...
I could not sleep. The wind poured in my ear Immortal names--Lear, Hamlet, Hal, Macbeth, And thro the night I ...
IN boyhood's days we read with keen delightHow young Aladdin rubbed his lamp and raisedThe towering Djin whose form his ...
Lily, Lily! I am sighingWith despair and hopeless woe.I'm tormented and I'm dying,And my soul has lost its glow,But my ...
I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a work of the character of that indicated ...
They each evoked, spoke of, shared a sense of a shared journey, we all are on together finding our way ...
Images woven with words recalling memories evoked by the story, the stories of faith, the stories of scripture, of life ...
And so I had a glaring revelation, I couldn't find the poet in the man although I read his life ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Mourning on earth, as when dark hours descend, Wide-winged with plagues, from heaven; when hope and mirth Wane, and no ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
Why are you running so fast hither and thither Chasing midges or butterflies? Some of you are standing solemnly scratching ...
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