A Laugh — And A Moan (Abram Joseph Ryan Poems)
The brook that down the valley So musically drips,Flowed never half so brightly As the light laugh from her lips.Her ...
The brook that down the valley So musically drips,Flowed never half so brightly As the light laugh from her lips.Her ...
On the far horizon thereHeaps of cloudy darkness rest;Though the wind is in the airThere is stupor east and west.For ...
Grey gloom the storm-clouds in the Orient far, Foreshadowing dark and anxious hours to be,Where Britain's rivals to her ...
They have met at last — as storm-clouds Meet in heaven,And the Northmen back and bleeding ...
Let us forget tomorrow! For tonight At least, with curtains drawn, and driftwood piled On our own hearthstone, we may ...
Mine is the freedom of the tranquil hillsWhen vagrant breezes bend the sinewy grass,While sunshine on the widespread landscape spillsAnd ...
In the face of the sun are great thunderbolts hurled,And the storm-clouds have shut out its light;But a Rainbow of ...
Thine eyes are dim: A mist hath gathered there;Around their rim Float many clouds of care, And there is sorrow ...
A Slovene wreath your poet has entwined; A record of my pain and of your praise, Since from my heart's ...
I stood beside his sepulchre whose fame, Hurled over Europe once on bolt and blast, Now glows far off as ...
When awful darkness and silence reign Over the great Gromboolian plain, Through the long, long wintry nights; -- When the ...
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...
What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey ...
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
I Leaguered in fire The wild black promontories of the coast extend Their savage silhouettes; The sun in universal carnage ...
When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down. The moist east wind comes marching over the heath ...
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
I stood beside his sepulchre whose fame, Hurled over Europe once on bolt and blast, Now glows far off as ...
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover; Flying snow is set alight By the moon whose form they cover; Blurred the heavens, blurred ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
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