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 ...
A MysteryHis face was sad; some shadow must have hungAbove his soul; its folds, now falling dark,Now almost bright; but ...
When falls the soldier brave, Dead at the feet of wrong,The poet sings and guards his grave With sentinels of ...
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 ...
And "Happy! Happy! Happy!" Rang the bells of all the hours;"Shyly! Shyly! Shyly!" Looked and listened all the flowers;They were ...
One idle day --A mile or so of sunlit waves off shore -- In a breezeless bay, We ...
The priests stood waiting in the holy place, Impatient of delay (Isaiah had been read),When sudden up ...
To the Children of Mary of the Cathedral of MobileIn the mystical dim of the temple, In the dream-haunted dim ...
My brow is bent beneath a heavy rod! My face is wan and white with many woes!But I will lift ...
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 ...
Nature is but the outward vestibuleWhich God has placed before an unseen shrine,The Visible is but a fair, bright valeThat ...
How swift they go, Life's many years, With their winds of woe And their storms of tears,And ...
Only a few more years!Weary years!Only a few more tears!Bitter tears!And then - and then - like other men,I cease ...
Between two pillared clouds of gold The beautiful gates of evening swung --And far and wide from flashing fold The ...
I walk down the Valley of Silence -Down the dim, voiceless valley - alone!And I hear not the fall of ...
There never was a valley without a faded flower, There never was a heaven without some little cloud;The face of ...
When I am dead, and all will soon forget My words, and face, and ways --I, somehow, think I'll walk ...
Deep in the dark I hear the feet of God:He walks the world; He puts His holy handOn every sleeper ...
Far from "where the roses rest", Round the altar and the aisle,Which I loved, of all, the best -- I ...
A baby played with the surplice sleeve Of a gentle priest; while in accents low,The sponsors murmured the grand "I ...
He walked alone beside the lonely sea,The slanting sunbeams fell upon his face,His shadow fluttered on the pure white sandsLike ...
The waves were weary, and they went to sleep; The winds were hushed; The starlight flushedThe furrowed face ...
Crushed with a burden of woe, Wrecked in the tempest of sin:Death came, and two lips murmured low,"Ah! once I ...
Dreary! weary! Weary! dreary!Sighs my soul this lonely night. Farewell gladness! Welcome sadness!Vanished are my visions bright. Stars are shining! ...
A river went singing adown to the sea, A-singing -- low -- singing -- And the dim rippling river ...
Poets are strange -- not always understood By many is their gift,Which is for evil or for mighty good -- ...
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