Their Story Runneth Thus (Abram Joseph Ryan Poems)
Two little children played among the flowers,Their mothers were of kin, tho' far apart;The children's ages were the very sameE'en ...
Two little children played among the flowers,Their mothers were of kin, tho' far apart;The children's ages were the very sameE'en ...
They ask me to sing them a Christmas song That with musical mirth shall ring;How know I that the world's ...
Fell the snow on the festival's vigil And surpliced the city in white;I wonder who wove the pure flakelets? Ask ...
Father Keeler died February 28, 1880, in Mobile, Ala. - Inscribed to his ...
A Memorial Wreath to C. F. Sorrow:A garland for a grave! Fair flowers that bloom, And only bloom to ...
From the mystic sidereal spaces,In the noon of a night 'mid of May,Came a spirit that murmured to me --Or ...
To Rev. Father E. Sourin, S.J., from A. J. Ryan; first, in memory of some happy hours passed in his ...
To the Children of Mary of the Cathedral of MobileIn the mystical dim of the temple, In the dream-haunted dim ...
Winter on the mountains Summer on the shore,The robes of sun-gleams woven, The lake's blue wavelets wore.Cold, white, against the ...
I sit to-night by the firelight, And I look at the glowing flame,And I see in the bright red flashes ...
How swift they go, Life's many years, With their winds of woe And their storms of tears,And ...
Waileth a woman, "O my God!"A breaking heart in a broken breath,A hopeless cry o'er her heart-hope's death!Can words catch ...
Between two pillared clouds of gold The beautiful gates of evening swung --And far and wide from flashing fold The ...
A river went singing adown to the sea, A-singing -- low -- singing -- And the dim rippling river ...
Silently -- shadowly -- some lives go, And the sound of their voices is all unheard;Or, if heard at all, ...
My SisterCometh a voice from a far-land! Beautiful, sad, and low;Shineth a light from the star-land! Down on the night ...
Over the silent sea of sleep, Far away! far away! Over a strange and starlit deep Where the beautiful shadows ...
Out of the silences wake me a song, Beautiful, sad, and soft, and low;Let the loveliest music sound along, And ...
The Poet is the loneliest man that lives; Ah me! God makes him so -- The sea hath its ebb ...
Wilt pray for me? They tell me I have Fame;I plead with thee, Sometimes just fold my nameIn beautiful "Hail ...
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