Alice Guerin Crist

(6 February 1876 - 13 June 1941 / Clare Castle)

Alice Guerin Crist Poems

1. The Courtship Of Young John 4/5/2010
2. The Old Days - And The New 4/5/2010
3. The Way Of The Bush 4/5/2010
4. The Young Rebel 4/5/2010
5. West Of Fanny O'Dea's 4/5/2010
6. When Rody Came To Ironbark 4/5/2010
7. The Voyage 4/5/2010
8. The Latest Martyr (Mexico 1926) 4/5/2010
9. The Ride Of Rody Burke 4/5/2010
10. The Silver Box 4/5/2010
11. The Water-Witch 4/5/2010
12. Old Tin Liz 1/1/2004
13. Grass 4/5/2010
14. Himself 4/5/2010
15. Homesick 4/5/2010
16. In Winter 4/5/2010
17. Milestones 4/5/2010
18. Brother Wind 4/5/2010
19. Christmas Welcome 4/5/2010
20. “o’shea” 4/5/2010
21. O’grady’s Little Girl 4/5/2010
22. Bid Mccrae 4/5/2010
23. November In Ireland 1/1/2004
24. A Song Of Delight 4/5/2010
25. Murtagh The Cobbler 4/5/2010
26. A Young Rebel 4/5/2010
27. Adventure 4/5/2010
28. The Banshee 4/5/2010
29. A Letter From Palestine 4/5/2010
30. Sixty Years Ago 4/5/2010
31. Enniskillen 4/5/2010
32. The First School Day 4/5/2010
33. Fairies 4/5/2010
34. A Dream Of Heaven 4/5/2010
35. Resurrection 1/1/2004
36. Croquet 4/5/2010
37. Afterglow 1/1/2004

Comments about Alice Guerin Crist

  • Mark Meck (10/18/2019 2:22:00 AM)

    Such a well painted picture of heaven in poem. I love it.

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Best Poem of Alice Guerin Crist

Croquet

In a garden where the may made the straggling fences gay
And the roses cream and scarlet shed their petals on the breeze
Your maiden aunts and I, and you, demure and shy,
Played a sober game of croquet underneath the spreading trees.

Just beyond the garden wall we could hear the merry call
Of the tennis players yonder, flitting gaily in the sun,
But we recked not of their glee, for all too content were we,
And we weren’t flushed and heated when our quiet game was done.

What a picture sweet you made! As you rested in the shade,
Listening to my eager chatter ...

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Resurrection

All rank on rank the tall white lillies stood,
The graceful palms against the rose-flushed sky
Showed gemmed with dew-drops, and red poppies glowed
Through the rank grass near by.

All hushed the air was - rapt and clear and still
The earth, late racked with pain
Felt it's insensate form with rapture thrill
And hope was born again