Good Friday, A.D. 33 (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Mother, why are people crowding now and staring? Child, it is a malefactor goes to His doom,To the high hill of ...
Katharine Tynan Poems on Kings & Queens (15 Poems)
Menace (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Oh, when the land is white as milk With bloom that lets no leaf between,When trees are clad in grass-green silk And ...
Resurrection (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Now the golden daffodil Lifts from earth his shining headThat was lately frozen still In the gardens of the dead.Sing to the ...
The Riders (Katharine Tynan Poems)
RHEIMS is down in fire and smoke,The hour of God is at the stroke.Round and round the ruined place,—Jesu, Mary, ...
The Perfect Playmate (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Roger Charles Noel Bellingham. Before Ypres, March 4th, 1915The Perfect Playmate, whither does he strayThat now no more his feet ...
The Little Old Woman (Katharine Tynan Poems)
There's a Little Old Woman walks in the night, Singing her love song like a falling keen;The Little Old Woman is ...
The Colonists (Katharine Tynan Poems)
To men now of her blood and raceEngland's a little garden place,Dear as a woman is, and sheThe Queen of ...
Pilgrims To The East (Katharine Tynan Poems)
This Christmas-time my son will come, God willing, to the Holy PlaceAnd by the manger's little room Will bend his knee and ...
The Refuge (Katharine Tynan Poems)
I will lift mine eyes to the mountains, To the mountains whence cometh my aid;I shall drink of the Mercy's crystal ...
Bethlehem (Katharine Tynan Poems)
WHERE man was all too marred with sin,The ass, the ox were bidden in.Where angels were unmeet to comeThese humble ...
Epiphany: (For Dora, 1918) (Katharine Tynan Poems)
She carried frankincense and gold When the Star guided her,And in her folded hands so cold She carried myrrh.Frankincense for the praise ...
Colours (Katharine Tynan Poems)
Blues and greens are my delightSet in garlands of the white.When God made the violetHe made nothing better yet.Lilac and ...
A Song For The Season (Katharine Tynan Poems)
THE Kings to the StableThey brought sweet spice,The gold and the silver,And jewels of price.But the Dove by the mangerShe ...
The Weeping Babe (Katharine Tynan Poems)
She kneels by the cradleWhere Jesus doth lie;Singing, Lullaby, my Baby!But why dost Thou cry?The babes of the villageSmile sweetly ...
The Weeping Babe (Katharine Tynan Poems)
She kneels by the cradle Where Jesus doth lie; Singing, Lullaby, my Baby! But why dost Thou cry? The babes ...