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 ...
The shades of night were brooding O'er the sea, the earth, the sky;The passing winds were wailing In a low, ...
Father Keeler died February 28, 1880, in Mobile, Ala. - Inscribed to his ...
To Rev. Father E. Sourin, S.J., from A. J. Ryan; first, in memory of some happy hours passed in his ...
And "Happy! Happy! Happy!" Rang the bells of all the hours;"Shyly! Shyly! Shyly!" Looked and listened all the flowers;They were ...
My brow is bent beneath a heavy rod! My face is wan and white with many woes!But I will lift ...
A Night Prayer Dark! Dark! Dark!The sun is set; the day is dead: Thy Feast has fled;My eyes ...
Between two pillared clouds of gold The beautiful gates of evening swung --And far and wide from flashing fold The ...
When I am dead, and all will soon forget My words, and face, and ways --I, somehow, think I'll walk ...
What ails the world? the poet cried; "And why does death walk everywhere? And why do tears fall anywhere? And ...
Just when the gentle hand of spring Came fringing the trees with bud and leaf,And when the blades the warm ...
I nearly died, I almost touched the doorThat swings between forever and no more;I think I heard the awful hinges ...
Crushed with a burden of woe, Wrecked in the tempest of sin:Death came, and two lips murmured low,"Ah! once I ...
The brook that down the valley So musically drips,Flowed never half so brightly As the light laugh from her lips.Her ...
Life's Vesper-bells are ringing In the temple of my heart,And yon sunset, sure, is singing "Nunc dimittis -- Now depart!"Ah! ...
Thine eyes are dim: A mist hath gathered there;Around their rim Float many clouds of care, And there is sorrow ...
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