Katharine Tynan

[Katharine Tynan Hinkson, Katharine Tynan-Hinkson, Katharine Hinkson-Tynan] (23 January 1861 - 2 Apirl 1931 / 23 January 1861 – 2 April 1931)

Katharine Tynan Poems

1. The Legend Of St. Austin And The Child 1/3/2003
2. The Old Soldier 4/14/2010
3. The Promise 4/14/2010
4. Starling 4/14/2010
5. New Heaven 4/14/2010
6. Palestine: 1917 4/14/2010
7. Of St. Francis And The Ass 4/14/2010
8. The Little Flock 4/14/2010
9. The Little Old Woman 4/14/2010
10. To The Others 4/14/2010
11. To One In Grief 4/14/2010
12. The Truce Of God 4/14/2010
13. The Vision: (Katia: Easter Sunday, 1916) 4/14/2010
14. Pilgrims To The East 4/14/2010
15. Lenton Communion 4/14/2010
16. Farewell 4/14/2010
17. The Test 4/14/2010
18. The Only Son 4/14/2010
19. Salutation 4/14/2010
20. Of An Orchard 4/14/2010
21. Recompense: (For Lord Kilhacken) 4/14/2010
22. They Who Return 4/14/2010
23. The Young Soldier 4/14/2010
24. The Wild Geese 4/14/2010
25. Missing 4/14/2010
26. The Vision 4/14/2010
27. The Refuge 4/14/2010
28. The Riders 4/14/2010
29. The Predestined 4/14/2010
30. No Man's Land 4/14/2010
31. Noel 4/14/2010
32. The Young Mother 4/14/2010
33. Nymphs 1/3/2003
34. The Bird's Bargain 1/3/2003
35. The Summons 4/14/2010
36. The Wall Between 4/14/2010
37. The New Recruit 4/14/2010
38. Riding Home 4/14/2010
39. Lambs 1/3/2003
40. Old Song Re-Sung 1/3/2003

Comments about Katharine Tynan

  • rabbitrose@gmail.com (4/27/2018 3:37:00 PM)

    When did Katherine tynan die?

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  • Charles Vaclavik (10/28/2012 2:52:00 PM)

    I would like to confirm that Katharine Tynan wrote the following, and in which poem.
    Far in the fields of France,
    My dear love lies asleep,
    But not for that my tears,
    Because he killed, I weep.

    Thank you,
    Charles Vaclavik
    Kaweah10@yahoo.com

Best Poem of Katharine Tynan

Any Woman

I am the pillars of the house;
The keystone of the arch am I.
Take me away, and roof and wall
Would fall to ruin me utterly.

I am the fire upon the hearth,
I am the light of the good sun,
I am the heat that warms the earth,
Which else were colder than a stone.

At me the children warm their hands;
I am their light of love alive.
Without me cold the hearthstone stands,
Nor could the precious children thrive.

I am the twist that holds together
The children in its sacred ring,
Their knot of love, from whose close tether
No lost child goes ...

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Nymphs

Where are ye now, O beautiful girls of the mountain,
Oreads all ?
Nothing at all stirs here save the drip of the fountain;
Answers our call
Only the heart-glad thrush, in the Vale of Thrushes;
Stirs in the brake
But the dew-bright ear of the hare in his couch of rushes
Listening, awake.

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