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 ...
Our father, ere he wentOut with his brother, Death,Smiling and well-contentAs a bridegroom goeth,Sweetly forgiveness prayedFrom man or beast whom ...
LEST Heaven be thronged with grey-beards hoary, God, who made boys for His delight,Stoops in a day of grief and glory And ...
Out of my door I step into The country, all her scent and dew, Nor travel there by a hard road, Dusty and ...
When a wild grace I see, A turn o' the neck, a curl, sweet hands, clear eyes,Gentleness, courtesy, dignity; In all these ...
Roger Charles Noel Bellingham. Before Ypres, March 4th, 1915The Perfect Playmate, whither does he strayThat now no more his feet ...
Straight to his death he went, A smile on his lips,All his life's joy unspent, Into eclipse.The song of the shell he ...
I will lift mine eyes to the mountains, To the mountains whence cometh my aid;I shall drink of the Mercy's crystal ...
This is the sign!This flooding splendour, golden and hyaline,This sun a golden sea on hill and plain, --That God forgets ...
Young martyrs of the war,Who with your bright eyes star The shadows grey;Who steal at dawn and gloamIn each beloved room So ...
Paradise now has many a Knight, Many a lordkin, many lords,Glimmer of armor, dinted and bright, The young Knights have put on ...
When these men must go aloneSans an absolution,When their sins are heavy as lead,Thou Thyself will lift the head ;Thou, ...
When she smiles her love draws nigh, When she weeps he doth depart,And returns to the Heavens high With an unwounded heart.God ...
He is not dead. They do not know, Who pity her, her secret ease,How he is near her, how they go, Her ...
She kneels by the cradleWhere Jesus doth lie;Singing, Lullaby, my Baby!But why dost Thou cry?The babes of the villageSmile sweetly ...
They lifted up his weary head, Stained with a dark and bitter dew:"How does the battle go?" he said.Sir, it is ...
Our father, ere he went Out with his brother, Death, Smiling and well-content As a bridegroom goeth, Sweetly forgiveness prayed ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire ...
She kneels by the cradle Where Jesus doth lie; Singing, Lullaby, my Baby! But why dost Thou cry? The babes ...
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