Henry Abbey

(11 July 1842 - 7 June 1911 / Kingston, NY)

Henry Abbey Poems

1. Agnes Hatot 4/26/2012
2. Along The Nile 4/26/2012
3. Autumn Ballad 4/26/2012
4. Bellerophon 4/26/2012
5. By Hudson's Tide 4/26/2012
6. Donald 9/21/2010
7. Eleusinia 4/26/2012
8. Emmanuel 4/26/2012
9. Faith’s Vista 9/21/2010
10. Fanciebat 4/26/2012
11. Flos Morti 4/26/2012
12. In Memory Of General Grant 9/21/2010
13. Invocation To The Sun 4/26/2012
14. Low Tide 4/26/2012
15. Mary Magdalene 4/26/2012
16. Moro 4/26/2012
17. On A Great Warrior 9/21/2010
18. Ontiora 4/26/2012
19. Science And The Soul 4/26/2012
20. The Age Of Good 4/26/2012
21. The Bedouin's Rebuke 4/26/2012
22. The Drawbridge Keeper 4/26/2012
23. The Fisher-Maidens 4/26/2012
24. The French Marshall 4/26/2012
25. The King And The Naiad 4/26/2012
26. The Long Regret 4/26/2012
27. The Patriot's Courage 4/26/2012
28. The Picture 4/26/2012
29. The Roman Sentinal 4/26/2012
30. The Singer's Alms 4/26/2012
31. The Statue 4/26/2012
32. The Storm 4/26/2012
33. The Sunken City 4/26/2012
34. The Troubadour 4/26/2012
35. To A Blue Hepatica 4/26/2012
36. To Baffle Time 4/26/2012
37. Trailing Arbutus 4/26/2012
38. What Do We Plant? 9/21/2010
39. While The Days Go By 4/26/2012
40. Winter Days 9/21/2010
Best Poem of Henry Abbey

Autumn Ballad

How mild and fair the day, dear love! and in these garden ways
The lingering dahlias to the sun their hopeless faces raise.
The buckwheat and the barley, once so bonny and so blithe,
Fall before the rhythmic labor of the cradler's gleaming scythe.

Behold the grapes and all the fruits that Autumn gives today,
As robed in red and gold, she rules, the Empress of Decay!
Out to the orchard come with me, among the apple trees;
No dragon guards the laden boughs of our Hesperides.

This golden pear, my darling, that I hold up to your mouth,
Is a hanging-nest of ...

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On A Great Warrior

When all the sky was wild and dark,
When every heart was wrung with fear,
He rose serene, and took his place,
The great occasion's mighty peer.
He smote armed opposition down,
He bade the storm and darkness cease,
And o'er the long-distracted land
Shone out the smiling sun of peace.

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