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Poems by John B. Tabb

Tabb, John B. (1845-1909)

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THE RING.
 
LIMITATION.
 
NEKROS.
 
WESTWARD.
 
TO A PHOTOGRAPH.
 
MY STAR.
 
CONTENT.
 
ROBIN.
 
THE WHITE JESSAMINE.
 
THE CLOUD.
 
PHANTOMS.
 
THE VOYAGERS.
 
THE SWALLOW.
 
CLOISTERED.
 
THE LONELY MOUNTAIN.
 
ECHOES.
 
PHOTOGRAPHED.
 
THE HALF-RING MOON.
 
ENSHRINED.
 
IN MY ORANGE-GROVE.
 
INTIMATIONS.
 
EVOLUTION.
 
LOVE'S HYBLA.
 
WAYFARERS.
 
THE PEAK.
 
THE CAPTIVES.
 
MY PHOTOGRAPH.
 
BROTHERHOOD.
 
EVICTED.
 
GRIEF-SONG.
 
RECOGNITION.
 
AN INFLUENCE.
 
HELPMATES.
 
TO MY SHADOW.
 
THE LAKE.
 
THE DAYSPRING.
 
THE CHORD.
 
COMPENSATION.
 
VISIBLE SOUND.
 
TO THE SUMMER WIND.
 
NARCISSUS.
 
CHILDHOOD.
 
TO AN OLD WASSAIL-CUP.
 
FOUNTAIN-HEADS.
 
THE REAPER.
 
THE BUTTERFLY.
 
THE STRANGER.
 
JOY.
 
REGRET.
 
SLEEP.
 
YORICK'S SKULL.
 
KEATS—SAPPHO.
 
KILLDEE.
 
THE MOCKING-BIRD.
 
THE HUMMING-BIRD.
 
THE LARK.
 
THE BLUEBIRD.
 
TO A WOOD-ROBIN.
 
BLOSSOM.
 
TO A ROSE.
 
THE WATER-LILY.
 
THE PLAINT OF THE ROSE.
 
THE VIOLET SPEAKS.
 
TO THE VIOLET.
 
GOLDEN-ROD.
 
STAR-JESSAMINE.
 
THE DANDELION.
 
AUTUMN GOLD.
 
AUTUMN SONG.
 
INDIAN SUMMER.
 
DECEMBER.
 
AT THE YEAR'S END.
 
THE LIGHT OF BETHLEHEM
 
MISTLETOE.
 
EASTER.
 
EASTER LILIES.
 
RESURRECTION.
 
AWAKENING.
 
EARTH'S TRIBUTE.
 
THE RECOMPENSE.
 
RABBONI!
 
TO THE CHRIST.
 
THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION.
 
THE ANNUNCIATION.
 
THE INCARNATION.
 
THE ASSUMPTION.
 
MAGDALEN.
 
ABSOLVED.
 
THE PRECURSOR.
 
SON OF MARY.
 
CHRIST TO THE VICTIM-TREE.
 
ANGELS OF PAIN.
 
A LENTEN THOUGHT.
 
“IS THY SERVANT A DOG?
 
HOLY GROUND.
 
THE PLAYMATES.
 
TO THE BABE NIVA.
 
A PHONOGRAPH.
 
A CRADLE-SONG.
 
CONFIDED.
 
BABY.
 
MILTON.
 
TO SHELLEY.
 
SAPPHO.
 
TO SIDNEY LANIER.
 
ON THE FORTHCOMING VOLUME OF SIDNEY LANIER'S POEMS.
 
FATHER DAMIEN.
 
THE SNOWDROP.
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QUATRAINS.
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SONNETS.

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THE PROMONTORY.

Not all the range of sea-born liberty
Hath ever for one restless wave sufficed:
So pants the heart,—of all compulsion free,—
Self-driven to the Rock, its barrier, Christ.
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