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 ...
Fell the snow on the festival's vigil And surpliced the city in white;I wonder who wove the pure flakelets? Ask ...
The shades of night were brooding O'er the sea, the earth, the sky;The passing winds were wailing In a low, ...
When falls the soldier brave, Dead at the feet of wrong,The poet sings and guards his grave With sentinels of ...
A Memorial Wreath to C. F. Sorrow:A garland for a grave! Fair flowers that bloom, And only bloom to ...
Thou art sleeping, brother, sleeping In thy lonely battle grave;Shadows o'er the past are creeping,Death, the reaper, still is reaping,Years ...
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 ...
Winter on the mountains Summer on the shore,The robes of sun-gleams woven, The lake's blue wavelets wore.Cold, white, against the ...
A Night Prayer Dark! Dark! Dark!The sun is set; the day is dead: Thy Feast has fled;My eyes ...
Ah! days so dark with death's eclipse! Woe are we! woe are we! And the nights are ages long!From breaking ...
First champion of the Crucified! Who, when the fight beganBetween the Church and worldly prideSo nobly fought, so nobly died, ...
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 ...
There never was a valley without a faded flower, There never was a heaven without some little cloud;The face of ...
Strange Sea! why is it that you never rest? And tell me why you never go to sleep?Thou art like ...
Deep in the dark I hear the feet of God:He walks the world; He puts His holy handOn every sleeper ...
A baby played with the surplice sleeve Of a gentle priest; while in accents low,The sponsors murmured the grand "I ...
Crushed with a burden of woe, Wrecked in the tempest of sin:Death came, and two lips murmured low,"Ah! once I ...
Written in an Album.Pure faced page! waiting so long To welcome my muse and me;Fold to thy breast, like a ...
The brook that down the valley So musically drips,Flowed never half so brightly As the light laugh from her lips.Her ...
Into a temple vast and dim,Solemn and vast and dim,Just when the last sweet Vesper Hymn Was floating far away,With ...
Better than grandeur, better than gold,Than rank and titles a thousand fold,Is a healthy body and a mind at ease,And ...
My feet are wearied, and my hands are tired, My soul oppressed --And I desire, what I have long desired ...
I love my mother, the wildwood, I sleep upon her breast;A day or two of childhood, And then I sink ...
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