Song Of The Deathless Voice (Abram Joseph Ryan Poems)
'Twas the dusky Hallowe'en --Hour of fairy and of wraith,When in many a dim-lit green,'Neath the stars' prophetic sheen,As the ...
'Twas the dusky Hallowe'en --Hour of fairy and of wraith,When in many a dim-lit green,'Neath the stars' prophetic sheen,As the ...
Opening the mists on a sudden through,An Avenue!Then, all one ferment of varied gold,With foam of plumes where the chamfrom ...
Glorious daughter of time! Thou of the mild blue eye -- Thou of the virginal forehead --pallid, unfurrowed of tears-- ...
From the ocean half a roodTo the sandhills long and lowEver and anon I go;Hide from me the gleaming flood,Only ...
Upon a flow'ry Bed Beneath a Willow's pleasant shade, Beside a crystal Flood his Love--sick Head The melancholy Baker laid: ...
Baby sits upon the floor, Baby's scarce a twelvemonth old;Baby laughs, and _goo-goos_ o'erMemories how a babe of yore Humbled ...
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him;For vainly where the streamlets led ...
O PRISON-HOUSE of sighing!Where the weary and the worn,The long-pent and the dying,Lie friendless and forlorn;Where sickness preys on weariness,And ...
BETWEEN Holmscote and Hurstcote The river-reaches wind,The whispering trees accept the breeze,The ripple's cool and kind;With love low-whispered 'twixt the ...
Oh Country, 'tis to thee,Land of the lynching bee,To thee we wail.How long shall these base wrongsPollute, thy freedom's songs?To ...
On my toil-wither'd limbs sickly languors are shed,And the dark mists of death o'er my eye-lids are spread;Before my last ...
And is this life? and are we born for this?To follow phantoms that elude the grasp,Or whatso'er's secured, within our ...
COVER thy spacious heavens, Zeus, With clouds of mist, And, like the boy who lops The thistles' heads, Disport with ...
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets ...
My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, When immelodious ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
THAT music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning-yet long untaught I did not hear; But now the chorus I hear, and ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
Shoestring Press, Nottingham, 2000. VIII Final concept harbour which has broken there where it crumpled our faces there where ikons ...
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