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[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb

a study of his life and works with uncollected and unpublished poems

Tabb, John B. (1845-1909)

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“NICK'S RATIFICATION

THE DOCTOR'S ADVICE

FOR A YOUNGSTER

WHY THE JOURNEY IS MADE

KEEP YOUR RYE OPEN

“VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE”

A SECOND-TERM SCENTED

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APPENDIX I. UNCOLLECTED POEMS

THE IMAGE-MAKER

POE'S COTTAGE AT FORDHAM

THE VAMPIRE MOON

ALFRED TENNYSON

TO THE FREEDMAN

A TRAVELLER'S GUIDE

SEEMING FAILURE

THE DYING BOY TO THE WIND-FLOWERS

THE TOUCH-ME-NOT

CHRISTMAS GREETING

TO A DROP OF POISON

SUBWAY THEOLOGY

ST. CHRISTOPHER

TO SIDNEY LANIER

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APPENDIX II. UNPUBLISHED POEMS OF THE BROWNE-TABB ALBUM

THE GHOST CHAMBER

THE BRIDE ELECT

MY BIRTH-CHAMBER

“BREAK, BREAK, BREAK”

A LEPER'S GRAVE

LIGHTS IN DARKNESS

WHENCE AND WHERE?

THE DEATHLESS WIND

“SWEET TO THE SWEET”

A SONG OF EXPECTANCY

SHAKESPEARE'S KEY

“WRIT IN WATER”

BEETHOVEN (DEAF)

THE FIRST DREAMER

“THROUGH THE SHARP HAWTHORNE BLOWS THE COLD WIND”

“CROSSING THE BAR”

ABDUL'S CHANCES

IN THE CONFESSIONAL

EUREKA

INCOME FROM GO-OUT

THE TIDES AT PANAMA

MAID OF ALGERIA

THE FRISKING LAMB

A BRIEF PEDIGREE

A PIECE OF PRESUMPTION

SONG OF THE SIOUX

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APPENDIX III. UNPUBLISHED POEMS OF THE CONNOR MANUSCRIPT

(THE MESSAGE OF THE GRASS)

TO THE NEW MOON

SECOND CHILDHOOD

THE SWORD OF SIMEON

“OMNIPOTENCE IN BONDS”

THE ORIGIN OF TEARS

TO A SON IN CHRIST

MORNING-GLORIES

ALFRED TENNYSON

TO A DEAD THRUSH

THE PHANTOM WRAITH

THE MORNING STAR

WHERE ARMIES MET

CHRIST THE MENDICANT

THE WAY-SIDE TREE

LIGHT IN DARKNESS

UNDER THE TREES

TIME'S MEZZOTINT

THE LARK'S FIAT

THE CHRIST-LIKE SPRING

ODE TO A PASSION

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APPENDIX IV. UNPUBLISHED POEMS FROM THE DONAHOE CLASS-BOOK

CHRIST'S LITTLE SISTER

A VISIT TO THE BLESSED SACRAMENT ON THE EVE OF THE EPIPHANY

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EUREKA

I love, as when a boy,
That note exultant of domestic joy,
When, triumph won,
The Hen, like Archimedes, proclaims,
“I've found it! If ye doubt me,
Dons and Dames,
Come see what I have done.”