Abram Joseph Ryan

(1838-1886 / USA)

Abram Joseph Ryan Poems

1. Their Story Runneth 10/11/2010
2. Far Away 10/11/2010
3. Gone 10/11/2010
4. Yesterdays 10/11/2010
5. A Thought-Flower 10/11/2010
6. A Blessing 10/11/2010
7. A Christmas Chant 10/11/2010
8. A Death 10/11/2010
9. A Flower's Song 10/11/2010
10. A Land Without Ruins 10/11/2010
11. A Legend 10/11/2010
12. A Memory 10/11/2010
13. A Reverie 10/11/2010
14. A Song 10/11/2010
15. After Seeing Pius Ix 10/11/2010
16. After Sickness 10/11/2010
17. At Last 10/11/2010
18. At Night 10/11/2010
19. Confederate States Of America 10/11/2010
20. De Profundis 10/11/2010
21. Death 10/11/2010
22. Death Of The Flower 10/11/2010
23. Death Of The Prince Imperial 10/11/2010
24. Dreamland 10/11/2010
25. Epilogue 10/11/2010
26. Erin's Flag 10/11/2010
27. Feast Of The Assumption 10/11/2010
28. Feast Of The Presentation Of Mary In The Temple 10/11/2010
29. Feast Of The Sacred Heart 10/11/2010
30. Fifty Years At The Altar 10/11/2010
31. Follow Me 10/11/2010
32. Fragments From An Epic Poem 10/11/2010
33. In Memory Of Very Rev. J. B. Etienne 10/11/2010
34. In Remembrance 10/11/2010
35. In Rome 10/11/2010
36. Inevitable 10/11/2010
37. July 9th, 1872 10/11/2010
38. Lake Como 10/11/2010
39. Last Of May 10/11/2010
40. Life 10/11/2010
Best Poem of Abram Joseph Ryan

Old Trees

Old trees, old trees! in your mystic gloom
There's many a warrior laid,
And many a nameless and lonely tomb
Is sheltered beneath your shade.
Old trees, old trees! without pomp or prayer
We buried the brave and the true,
We fired a volley and left them there
To rest, old trees, with you.

Old trees, old trees! keep watch and ward
Over each grass-grown bed;
'Tis a glory, old trees, to stand as guard
Over the Southern dead;
Old trees, old trees! we shall pass away
Like the leaves you yearly shed,
But ye, lone sentinels, still must stay,
Old trees, ...

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Out Of The Depths

Lost! Lost! Lost!
The cry went up from a sea --
The waves were wild with an awful wrath,
Not a light shone down on the lone ship's path;
The clouds hung low:
Lost! Lost! Lost!
Rose wild from the hearts of the tempest-tossed.

Lost! Lost! Lost!

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