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 ...
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 ...
'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 ...
Thou art sleeping, brother, sleeping In thy lonely battle grave;Shadows o'er the past are creeping,Death, the reaper, still is reaping,Years ...
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 ...
Unroll Erin's flag! fling its folds to the breeze!Let it float o'er the land, let it flash o'er the seas!Lift ...
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 ...
Each year cometh with all his days, Some are shadowed and some are bright;He beckons us on until he stays ...
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 ...
Go down where the wavelets are kissing the shore,And ask of them why do they sigh?The poets have asked them ...
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 ...
I walk down the Valley of Silence -Down the dim, voiceless valley - alone!And I hear not the fall 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 ...
What ails the world? the poet cried; "And why does death walk everywhere? And why do tears fall anywhere? And ...
Lines addressed to the daughter of Richard Dalton Williams.Child of the heart of a child of sweetest song! The poet's ...
Far from "where the roses rest", Round the altar and the aisle,Which I loved, of all, the best -- I ...
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 ...
Dreary! weary! Weary! dreary!Sighs my soul this lonely night. Farewell gladness! Welcome sadness!Vanished are my visions bright. Stars are shining! ...
Written in an Album.Pure faced page! waiting so long To welcome my muse and me;Fold to thy breast, like a ...
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