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 ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses;Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool;Overhead the sunset fire and flame ...
So I have sunk my roots in earthSince that my pretty boys had birth;And fear no more the grave and ...
Oh, when the land is white as milk With bloom that lets no leaf between,When trees are clad in grass-green silk And ...
To you and you and you who have given Two sons for England's sake,--what word?Oh, there is weeping heard in Heaven And ...
RHEIMS is down in fire and smoke,The hour of God is at the stroke.Round and round the ruined place,—Jesu, Mary, ...
She had twelve stars for diadem; She had for footstool the full moon;Her quiet eyes, outshining them, Kept memories of the night ...
Oh, to have a little farm, A little hearth so warm and bright,And three little boys all safe from harm In from ...
Out of my door I step into The country, all her scent and dew, Nor travel there by a hard road, Dusty and ...
His mother died last year and yetShe wearied Heaven with fear and fret,Wanting the son she left behind,And God was ...
At night, when all the house is still, Wide-waked the chairs and tables comeAnd yawn and stretch their limbs until The maids ...
The wall between is grown so thin That whoso peers may seeA flutter of rose, a living green Like new leaves on ...
So now the aerodrome goes up Upon my father's fields,And gone is all the golden crop And all the pleasant yields.They tear ...
LORD, when they come back again From the dreadful battlefieldTo the common ways of men, Be Thy mercy, Lord, revealed!Make them to ...
The Spring comes slowly up this way, Slowly, slowly,Under a snood of hodden grey.The black and white for her array, Slowly, slowly,The ...
THERE'S traffic in the worlds immortal, For many souls are flying home,Striving and pushing at the portal For sight of glorious things ...
NEVERTHELESS this Year of GriefThe Tree of God's in leaf.The stem, the branch quickenethWith sap, this year of Death.For in ...
God bless the little orchard brownWhere the sap stirs these quickening days.Soon in a white and rosy gownThe trees will ...
Good is an Orchard, the Saint saith,To meditate on life and death,With a cool well, a hive of bees,A hermit's ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire ...
God bless the little orchard brown Where the sap stirs these quickening days. Soon in a white and rosy gown ...
So I have sunk my roots in earth Since that my pretty boys had birth; And fear no more the ...
Little sisters, the birds: We must praise God, you and I You, with songs that fill the sky, I, with ...
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