21 Mary C. Ryan Poems

Be inspired by these Mary C. Ryan poems which were originally published in 1890. While we don't have a lot of information about Mary, her book was published in New York so we assumed she lived in the United States. Her poems are inspirational in nature and have reflections of wisdom about life that still apply to the 21st century.

Mary C. Ryan
Mary C. Ryan

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  1. Pleasures
    Poet: Mary C. Ryan

    How fleeting are all the sweet pleasures below,
    Like gay flaunting phantoms before us they go;
    Or like dreams of enchantment with victory won.
    Vanishing with sleep, and forever are gone.

    Thus daily earth's pleasures like mists pass away.
    The hopes we hold dearest the soonest decay;
    And joys that are brightest the quickest depart.
    Leaving fond mem'ries to cling round the heart.

    The glory of kings, the beauty of flowers,
    Survive but a season, a few summer hours,
    For all we enjoy from our grasp pass away,
    E'en life at its close will appear as a day.

    How vain then are all the allurements of life,
    Since all that is won in the world's busy strife.
    In a moment is lost. The triumphs and fame
    Of the great and the wise are simply a name.

    For in palace or cot at life's ebbing tide,
    But one hope can remain, one joy can abide.
    The hope of the soul for redemption on high,
    And joy of the promise, a home in the sky.



  2. Sonnet: Hope
    Poet: Mary C. Ryan

    Sweet angel of joy! beautiful Hope!
    With jewel-tipped wings e'er ready for flight,
    Thy siren songs, by moon's silver light,
    Despair and sorrow oft will envelop
    In a halo of bliss, till both are lost
    In joy's bright cloud. Hope, thou anchor of life,
    Which saves the weary in the world's great strife
    When helplessly they, by storm's fury tossed,
    A soul in anguish a long lonesome day
    Rejoices ever thy sweet voice to ken.
    So, beautiful Hope, chase woe far away
    With thy bright allurements pure and serene.
    May we enjoy thy smiles all the way.
    Through earth's mystic vale, oh! ever be seen.



  3. Alas! Alas!
    Poet: Mary C. Ryan

    Alas ! Alas ! the noisy laugh,
    May stifle back a sigh;
    And galling tears concealed may lie
    Within the brightest eye.
    The gayest at' the banquet board,
    O'er vanished days may mourn;
    And e'en the light exulting heart,
    With secret grief may burn.

    Unfathomable the heart's great depths,
    Ourselves we do not know,
    For oscillating to and fro,
    We live twixt joy and woe.
    For all on earth must pass away.
    Life's joys bright sunbeams prove;
    And things most prized elude our grasp
    Like phantom dreams of love.



  4. Childhood's Home
    Poet: Mary C. Ryan

    The earth bears on its bosom
    No landscape more fair,
    And this heart never cherished
    Memories more dear,
    Than the home of my childhood,
    The fond ones that met
    There around the bright fireside,
    In converse so sweet.

    Though those friends have departed.
    Deserted that home,
    And afar from its door-step.
    So sadly I roam,
    Yet oft of those happy years,
    A shadowy train
    Of dim visions seems gliding
    Through my weary brain.

    Other homes may be brighter.
    In splendor may shine,
    Other friends in true friendship
    Grasp this hand of mine;
    But, home of my childhood,
    My heart leaps for thee,
    Like an o'erflowing fountain
    Where'er I may be.



  5. Little Daisy
    Poet: Mary C. Ryan

    Oh! sweet little Daisy, I'm sighing for you.
    With thy fair auburn tresses and eyes of true blue.
    Let me go where I will, I can never forget,
    The brightest of summers, with no thorn of regret.

    Oh! my love for the friends of the sweet long ago,
    In mem'ry's fair garland, still in beauty may glow;
    Like the breath of sweet flowers, their shadows may fall,
    Yet sweet little Daisy is dearest of all.

    Then come to me, Daisy, for my heart calls for you.
    Oh! come in thy beauty with thy eyes of true blue.
    Without you, love's circle would be incomplete,
    But with you the bitters of this life would seem sweet.

    Oh! the pleasures, fair Daisy, of the long ago,
    In mem'ry's fair garland still in beauty may glow;
    Like music's sweet strains, their shadows may fall,
    But the hour I met Daisy is dearest of all.



  6. Though Bright
    Poet: Mary C. Ryan

    Though bright is the smile that's parting your lips.
    And sweet the words you are saying;
    Though sparkling the cup which young Cupid sips,
    As with my poor heart he is playing.

    Go leave me alone, for I wish to be free;
    My poor heart in thralldom would break;
    Yet stay, for I feel love's fetters on me,
    While I not a protest can speak.

    Go listen to a bird, as he sings of love,
    So plaintive the notes which he trills;
    Then ask why I shun the net Cupid wove
    And refuse the cup that he fills.

    Love smiles, and I see 'tis useless and vain
    To attempt to resist him now,
    For my quickened heart is throbbing with pain,
    Or with joy that's akin to woe.



  7. Loved And Lost
    Poet: Mary C. Ryan

    Loved and Lost! it can not be.
    We part for aye to-day,
    That I no more gaily with thee,
    Down by the brook will stray.
    The wild rose that we plucked is dead.
    But ah! its thorns remain
    Deep in my heart; for joy has fled,
    Never to come again.

    Down by the brook, lover's tales you told.
    And stole my heart from me ,
    Then locked it with the key of gold
    You dropped in mem'ry's sea.
    Though we must part, we'll meet again.
    Beyond the mists of death.
    For souls in heaven would harbor pain
    Without the loved of earth.



  8. Sunbeams
    Poet: Mary C. Ryan

    Grasp the golden sunbeams,
    That gaily round thee play,
    And hoard the fleeting gleams,
    Shining so bright to-day.
    For once their light is shed,
    'Twill never shine again;
    So grasp them e'er they fade
    And pass beyond thy ken.

    Let not the moments fly.
    On slow wings of despair,
    Kor on the noonday sky
    Let no dark clouds appear.
    So when life's sun is low.
    And all thy tasks are done,
    The heart will brightly glow
    With pleasures that are gone.

    Then, like through dark gray trees,
    Sunset arrows dart,
    Are virtues brightest rays
    Reflected from the heart;
    And over earth will throw,
    From life's distant west,
    Fair and golden halo,
    As the soul sinks to rest.

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