The Children of Lir (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses;Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool;Overhead the sunset fire and flame ...
Katharine Tynan Poems on Children (15 Poems)
When You Come Home (Katharine Tynan Poems)
All will be right when you come home, dear lad, But oh, 'tis long of coming that you are!Everything's wrong with ...
The Nurse (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Such innocent companionshipIs hers, whether she wake or sleep,'Tis scarcely strange her face should wearThe young child's grave and innocent ...
Recompense: (For Lord Kilhacken) (Katharine Tynan Poems)
That which I saved I lost And that I lost I found,And you are mine, oh tender little ghost, Whose grave is ...
The Watchers (Katharine Tynan Poems)
THE cottages all lie asleep;The sheep and lambs are folded inWinged sentinels the vale will keepUntil the hours of life ...
Any Woman (Katharine Tynan Poems)
I am the pillars of the house; The keystone of the arch am I.Take me away, and roof and wall Would fall ...
The Only Child (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Lest he miss other children, lo!His angel is his playfellow.A riotous angel two years old,With wings of rose and curls ...
The Dream: (For my Father) (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Over and over again I dream a dream, I am coming home to you in the starlit gloam;Long was the day ...
What turned the Germans Back (Katharine Tynan Poems)
WHAT turned the German myriads back From Paris whither they had won?The sword dropped from their hold grown slack; Children of Attila ...
A Song Of Going (Katharine Tynan Poems)
I would not like to live to be very old, To be stripped cold and bareOf all my leafage that was ...
Song Of Going (Katharine Tynan Poems)
I would not like to live to be very old, To be stripped cold and bareOf all my leafage that was ...
Any Woman (Katharine Tynan Poems)
I am the pillars of the house; The keystone of the arch am I. Take me away, and roof and ...
The Children of Lir (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire ...
The Nurse (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Such innocent companionship Is hers, whether she wake or sleep, 'Tis scarcely strange her face should wear The young child's ...
The Only Child (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Lest he miss other children, lo! His angel is his playfellow. A riotous angel two years old, With wings of ...