To-Morrows (Abram Joseph Ryan Poems)
God knows all things -- but we In darkness walk our ways;We wonder what will be, We ask the nights ...
God knows all things -- but we In darkness walk our ways;We wonder what will be, We ask the nights ...
Could you not drink her gaze like wine?Yet though its splendour swoonInto the silence languidlyAs a tune into a tune,Those ...
'If my head hurt a hair's footPack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breathBump on a ...
BONNIE wee laddies, and rosy-check'd lassies,Joyfully trotting to Kindergart classes,How gaily you march to the music of duty;Pictures and poems ...
Day and night I wander widely through the wilderness of thought, Catching dainty things of fancy most reluctant to be ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
TELL me, eyes, what 'tis ye're seeking; For ye're saying something sweet, Fit the ravish'd ear to greet, Eloquently, softly ...
Thirsting for the relationship the connection, the knowing of the Creator, wanting to feel the presence of the Lord, to ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Noises from underground made gibber some others collected & dug henry up saying 'You are a sight.' Chilly, he muttered ...
Here is a silence I had not hoped for This side of paradise, I am an old believer In nature's ...
"Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold." - From an essay by W. B. Yeats ...
It is half winter, half spring, and Barbara and I are standing confronting the ocean. Its mouth is open very ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
Send but a song oversea for us, Heart of their hearts who are free, Heart of their singer, to be ...
My rhymes are rough, and often in my rhyming I've drifted, silver-sailed, on seas of dream, Hearing afar the bells ...
The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and ...
Adieu dear object of my Love's excess, And with thee all my hopes of happiness, With the same fervent and ...
I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one now, at two in the solemnly musical morning, ...
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