Who is John Bannister Tabb
Father John Banister Tabb (March 22, 1845 – November 19, 1909) was an American poet, Roman Catholic priest, and professor of English.Biography
Tabb was born in Amelia County, Virginia, on March 22, 1845. One of his brothers was William Barksdale Tabb, a lawyer and officer in the Confederate States Army.A member of one of the state's oldest and wealthiest families, Tabb served on a blockade runner for the Confederacy during the Civil War, and spent eight months in a Union prison camp, where he formed a lifelong friendship with poet Sidney Lanier. Tabb converted to the Roman Catholic Church in 1872, and taught literature at Saint Charles College in Ellicott City, Maryland, in 1878.Tabb was ordained as a priest in 1884, after which he retained his academic position...
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John Bannister Tabb Poems
- The Fern Song
Dance to the beat of the rain, little Fern,
And spread out your palms again,
And say, “Tho' the Sun
Hath my vesture spun,...
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Sonand2sonand: the dandelion with locks of gold today; tomorrow silver gray; then blossom-bald. behold, o man, thy fortune told! john bannister tabbGyoung9751: the light of bethlehem - poem by john bannister tabb at kingdom poets (d.s. martin)
Ryan_m_jones: a flash of harmless lightning, a mist of rainbow dyes, the burnished sunbeams brightening, from flower to flower [s]he flies. – john bannister tabb
Anorombaba: "and pray, who are you?" said the violet blue to the bee, with surprise, at his wonderful size, in her eyeglass of dew. "i, madam," quoth he, "am a publican bee, collecting the tax of honey and wax. have you nothing for me?" - john bannister tabb, the violet and the bee
Literaryrob: my native home, the sky: on the birth of john bannister tabb, known as "the priest-poet," march 22, 1845, and his poem "the rain and the dew" which turns rainfall into a metaphor for heaven --
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