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Alice Guerin Crist's Poetry, by first line

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  • The world is all one smother of grass,
    Waves of it rolling deep and green,
    24 lines
  • The morn is sweet and radiant with blue sky over all,
    There’s a flame of Oleanders over the adobe wall,
    24 lines
  • A letter from “The East” it came today,
    And all the house is lightened of its gloom:
    17 lines, 6 comments
  • The double-blossomed peach-trees with rosy bloom were gay
    When grandpa rode beneath them upon his courting way,
    34 lines, 5 comments
  • We found one evening, in the scrub,
    a road the timber-getters made,
    24 lines, 2 comments
  • We planned a glorious voyage, my Captain bold and I,
    To sail in bliss on summer seas while halcyon days went by;
    24 lines
  • A magic wrought of dying dreams
    A wizard light that creeps and glows;
    16 lines, 7 comments
  • All rank on rank the tall white lillies stood,
    The graceful palms against the rose-flushed sky
    16 lines
  • The church was wrapped in darkness save for the alter-light,
    And save where near the marble rail six tapers glimmered bright
    46 lines
  • In a garden where the may made the straggling fences gay
    And the roses cream and scarlet shed their petals on the breeze
    24 lines
  • Her hair was dark and curly, floatin’ to the saddle bow,
    Her laugh was frank and girlish, and her voice was sweet and low;
    32 lines
  • I thank my god for brother wind,”
    So prayed St. Francis long ago
    28 lines
  • O’Shea was a big railway ganger, clean-hearted, and clean-limbed and shy,
    With a glint of grey hair at his temples, and smile in his Irish blue eye;
    38 lines
  • Under the wintry skies,
    Sundered from home and kin,
    28 lines
  • The little creek went winding down
    ‘Twixt whispering reeds and small blue flowers,
    32 lines
  • As we came down the old boreen,
    Rose and I – Rose and I,
    32 lines, 7 comments
  • Gay balloons and coloured streamers,
    Gliding figures, footsteps light,
    69 lines
  • The sun is setting behind the range,
    His golden rays pour down
    48 lines
  • Old tales of valour fire our blood
    But this, the bravest deed I know
    68 lines
  • We are saddling Don and Laddie,
    Mid laughter, and fun and noise
    48 lines
  • Golden and white in the garden walk,
    Chrysanthemums gather their bravest show,
    32 lines
  • I’ve lit the Christmas candle,
    As we used to long ago
    32 lines, 4 comments
  • Oh my heart beat high with joy elate,
    When Danny rode in the Hunters’ Plate
    71 lines
  • The sun is setting behind the range,
    his golden rays pour down
    48 lines
  • A night of storm and wind and rain,
    Tall trees bowing beneath the blast
    52 lines
  • Fields of lucerne and waving wheat,
    White-washed sheds, and cottage neat,
    95 lines, 1 comment
  • Last night, when I was listenin’
    Alone, to wind and rain,
    53 lines, 32 comments
  • November days in Ireland
    The skies are dull and grey,
    24 lines
  • Oh! Have you stolen out, one summer morning
    To pick white crocus ‘neath the garden wall,
    28 lines, 1 comment
  • The harvest moon was shinin’
    As Murtagh came from the fair,
    52 lines
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