Moonlight (John Kenyon Poems)
Not alway from the lessons of the schools, Taught evermore by those who trust them not, Though in fine phrase tricked out, ...
John Kenyon Poems on Love (15 Poems)
The Streams (John Kenyon Poems)
Two streams there were, two streams from separate founts, Both beautiful to see, and one-most holy; (From Siloa this, and this from ...
Shrine Of The Virgin – Part II (John Kenyon Poems)
She cometh to the seaward shrine, A mother, with her children three; And they have made the holy sign, And they have dropped ...
Growing Attachment (John Kenyon Poems)
With the freshness and placid sensations of morning, As yet all unconscious of hope or of plan, (Sweet gleams through thin hazes ...
Music (John Kenyon Poems)
Awake, thou Harp! with music stored, Awake! and let me feel thy power; Fling forth, in turn, from every chord, The thronging notes ...
Astronomy (John Kenyon Poems)
Lucinda! Lucinda! why all this abstraction? May astronomy hold no communion with mirth? Stars-comets-eclipses have these such attraction To steal you from our ...
Reverie (John Kenyon Poems)
Oh! blest it is by blazing hearth, With many a well-loved friend beside, And harp, and wine, and graceful mirth, To mock December's ...
On A Dog (John Kenyon Poems)
Thy happy years of deep affection past, Cartouche! our faithful friend, rest here-at last. We loved thee for a love man scarce ...
For The Sister’s Album (John Kenyon Poems)
Soft lays, that dwell on lips and eyes. Long since with me have had their day; At fifty, hearts grow cold or ...
The Two Harps (John Kenyon Poems)
I tarried on the strains to hang Outfloating from yon ancient trees; Strains from two airy harps, that rang Responsive to the minstrel ...
Casa Mia (John Kenyon Poems)
"Casa mia, casa mia,Per piccina che tu sia,Tu mi pari una badia." Thou wert born where huge Missouri, Rushing heretofore alone, Bears to ...
Love (John Kenyon Poems)
"Mother! I've seen a little boy With curling locks and eyes of blue; They seemed the very eyes for joy, Though wet with ...
Love In Disguise (John Kenyon Poems)
Unscathed through Beauty's thorny ways Be mine, I said, henceforth to rove; Too long hath Love consumed my days, But now I shut ...
Aspasia (John Kenyon Poems)
TO ------. Bright Aspasia! say-how is it? Tell us with what spell is rife Smile of thine, whose briefest visit Wakes each dullest clod ...
Remembrance Of Sunset (John Kenyon Poems)
Where silent elms are clustering round That grey church-tower, which peers above, She sleeps beneath the narrow mound, Whom I had loved with ...