William Cosmo Monkhouse Face Poems
The Christ Upon The Hill
A couple old sat o'er the fire,
And they were bent and gray; ...
Limerick: There Was A Young Lady Of Niger
There was a young lady of Niger
Who smiled as she rode on a tiger;
They returned from the ride
With the lady inside,
A Dead March
PLAY me a march, low-tonâ??d and slowâ??a march for a silent tread,
Fit for the wandering feet of one who dreams of the silent dead,
Lonely, between the bones below and the souls that are overhead.
The Wake Of Tim O'hara
TO the Wake of Oâ??Hara
All St. Patrickâ??s Alley
Was there to see, ...
HOW slowly creeps the hand of Time
On the old clockâ??s green-mantled face!
Yea, slowly as those ivies climb,
The hours roll round with patient pace; ...
We Are Children
CHILDREN indeed are weâ??children that wait
Within a wondrous dwelling, while on high
Stretch the sad vapors and the voiceless sky;
The house is fair, yet all is desolate ...
I would not wish thee other than thou art;
I love thee, love, so well in every part,
That had I power to change thee
In form or face or mind, ...
The Dream Of The World Without Death
NOW, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping,
Behold, I fell to sleep, and had a vision,
Wherein I heard a wondrous Voice intoning:
â??T WAS the body of Judas Iscariot
Lay in the Field of Blood;
â??T was the soul of Judas Iscariot
Beside the body stood. ...
by William Cosmo Monkhouse
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