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 ...
We are the guns, and your masters! Saw ye our flashes ?Heard ye the scream of our shells in the ...
The scattering sage stands thin and tenseAs though afraid of the barbed-wire fence;A windmill purrs in the lazy breezeAnd a ...
Tree! why hast thou doffed thy mantle of greenFor the gorgeous grab of an Indian queen?With the timbered brown, and ...
For thee was a house builtEre thou wast born,For thee was a mould meantEre thou of mother camest.But it is ...
There was loneliness in the fall of purple shadowsAcross the wrinkled path through tall weeds,And I sought the cathedrals to ...
There is no stillness in this wood.The quiet of this clearingIs the denial of my hearingThe sounds I should.There is ...
God had called us, and we came;Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house,Open flung to us, ...
Old Ben, the pensioner, is going down to die.Huddled in the mail-car, he turns a wistful eyeOn this familiar forest ...
I have seen the plains lying baked and bare,When drought and famine hold revel there,And the cattle sink where the ...
Far in the forest depths I dwell, The master mimic of them all,To pour from out my secret dell Echo ...
"His broad-brimmed hat pushed back with careless air, The proud vaquero sits his steed as free As winds that toss ...
Dark lady of the laggard dawn, Hiding within her gully deep;Long have night's curtains been withdrawn Before her earliest sun-shaft's ...
Rugged men and tough men these, Men of the lonely ways,Hard and sturdy as their trees Where the timbered ranges ...
Midsummer noon: and the timbered wallsstart in the heat;and the children sag listlessly over the desks,with bloodless faces oozing sweatsipped ...
The halt is over : Spring again resumes Its great procession out of icebound caves, O'er which held watch the ...
When dandelions star the fields Another alien singer, I,Nursed upon England's flowery wealds,Seeking no tithe of treasured yields, Drop sudden ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
COME, here is adieu to the city And hurrah for the country again. The broad road lies before me Watered ...
What is my name to you? 'T will die: a wave that has but rolled to reach with a lone ...
God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to ...
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