A Holy Week Song, 1918 (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Now when Christ died for man his sake A myriad men must die;His Via Crucis they must take And share His Calvary. God ...
Now when Christ died for man his sake A myriad men must die;His Via Crucis they must take And share His Calvary. God ...
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow,the distinguishable flakesblowing sideways,looked like krillfleeing the maw of an ...
A winter sky of pale blue and pale gold,Bare trees, a wind that made the wood-path cold,And one slow-moving figure, ...
All the tears that I have shed, All my kisses, lo, they pass Thro' my mind as in a glass:All my kisses ...
I Spring found us early that eventful year, Seeming to know in her clairvoyant way The bitterness ...
In that land where the heaven-tinted pencil giveth shape to thesplendour of dreams,Near Florence, the fairest of cities, and Arno, ...
I have found out a gift for my fair; I know where the fossils abound,Where the footprints of Aves declare ...
Good-bye to the cradle, the dear wooden cradleThe rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside.No more to its motion ...
GOOD-BY to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle, The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside: No more to ...
They have watered the street,It shines in the glare of lamps,Cold, white lamps,And liesLike a slow-moving river,Barred with silver and ...
The city: a maelstromof frenzied crowds.Roaming hordesbeneath gray clouds.Inhabitants distant,though bodily pressed.Streets without stars:God has left.Souls emptied of love,a life-sucking ...
He who has lived on mountainsAnd echoed the wind through rain,And heard the crash of tall thunder,Hears nothing on a ...
Sit here where I could touch your hand If that should be my sudden will:Among the shadows where we waitI ...
They have watered the street, It shines in the glare of lamps, Cold, white lamps, And lies Like a slow-moving ...
i take my property with me says the snail slow-moving (yes) but packed with sublime thought the house upon its ...
In a stable of boats I lie still, From all sleeping children hidden. The leap of a fish from its ...
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
1 TO think of time-of all that retrospection! To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward! Have you guess'd ...
Faint gleams the evening radiance thro' the sky, The sober twilight dimly darkens round; In short quick circles the shrill ...
THE moon resumed all heaven now, She shepherded the stars below Along her wide, white steeps of snow, Nor stooped ...
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