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

121. Turn O' The Year 4/14/2010
122. The Broken Soldier 4/14/2010
123. Flower Of Youth 4/14/2010
124. Wild Geese 4/14/2010
125. A Colloquy: (For M. W.) 4/14/2010
126. Wings In The Night 4/14/2010
127. All Souls 4/14/2010
128. Immortality 1/3/2003
129. A Connaught Man (For Hugh Maguire) 4/14/2010
130. Autumnal 4/14/2010
131. Comfort 4/14/2010
132. Winter Sunset 4/14/2010
133. St. Francis And The Birds 1/3/2003
134. Christmas In The Year Of The War 4/14/2010
135. Colours 4/14/2010
136. After Ascension 4/14/2010
137. Dead- A Prisoner 4/14/2010
138. The End Of The Day 1/3/2003
139. Adveniat Regnum Tuum 1/3/2003
140. A Birth-Night Song 4/14/2010
141. A Prayer { For Those Who Shall Return} 4/14/2010
142. Any Mother 4/14/2010
143. The Foggy Dew 1/3/2003
144. A Song Of Going 4/14/2010
145. The Children Of Lir 1/3/2003
146. A Holy Week Song, 1918 4/14/2010
147. A Hero 4/14/2010
148. Sheep And Lambs 1/3/2003
149. A Song For The New Year {1915} 4/14/2010
150. The Doves 1/3/2003
151. A Gardener-Sage 1/3/2003
152. A Woman Commends Her Little Son 4/14/2010
153. A Lament 4/14/2010
154. Alienation 4/14/2010
155. The Wind That Shakes The Barley 1/3/2003
156. Blessings 1/3/2003
157. A Girl's Song 4/14/2010
158. Quiet Eyes 4/14/2010
159. Any Woman 1/3/2003
160. A Song Of Spring 4/14/2010

Comments about Katharine Tynan

  • 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

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Best Poem of Katharine Tynan

A Song Of Spring

The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
Under a snood of hodden grey.

The black and white for her array,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.

Where is her green that was so gay?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.

Unto a world too sick for May,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.

Where are the lads that used to play?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.

She has no heart for holiday,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.

The ...

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A Gardener-Sage

Here in the garden-bed,
Hoeing the celery,
Wonders the Lord has made
Pass ever before me.
I see the young birds build,
And swallows come and go,
And summer grow and gild,
And winter die in snow.

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