#IrishWriters
Sick I am and sorrowful, how can… Here, where fog and darkness is, a… Practising for evil sport? If you… Hatred comes into each face, and s… How I dread the sound of guns, ha…
Goodbye, sweet friend, goodbye And all the world must be Between my friend and me; And nothing is, dear heart, But hands that meet to part;
A scallop shell, loosed by the lif… Had left a friendly shore, the sea… Its lips of pink and snowy hollow… Pure in the sun, a pearl upon the… It gleamed and passed—you burdened…
I shall rest no more on the fragra… Under great trees where the green… Scents of the lime; and the wild r… Sweets to the breeze with their ce… I shall count no more, as I linge…
Here’s a meadow full of sunshine Ripe grasses lush and high; There’s a reaper on the roadway, And a lark hangs in the sky. There’s a nest of love enclosing
There are six sorrows in my heart’… Red Allen, Clare, and Joan, Sweet Bet, and Jock, and little… Six sorrows all my own. Red Allen was my first-born son,
Up in the cave of the wind, All bent and crabbed with their ye… In endless chatter they sit, Old Distaff, Spindle, and Shears… And they caught a mother’s song
They lit a fire within their land… With splendid dreams they made it… They saw thy slowly paling cheek a… They bade thee live once more, Ka… And who dare quench the sacred fir…
This is the scene of a man’s despa… From the difficult traits of the f… A shot rang out in the night; deat… And you stood alone, a stranger, a… Coward flesh, brave soul, which wa…
He walks like one enchanted, Whose soul is held in thrall, By some sweet presence haunted Who passed unseen by all. He speaks as half-forgetting
All on a golden morning the beggar… To gather branch and berry, the ha… And as she went a-singing, a gipsy… Beneath a bower of branches—a grey… ‘Your fortune, pretty lady, I pra…
Whose is the voice that will not l… I hear it speak. Where is the shore will gratify my… Show what I seek? Not yours, weak Muse, to mimic th…
Clarissa, when you passed me by With scornful lip and haughty eye, My fault I did deplore, Your anger, like a poisoned dart, Struck death into my guilty heart,
How I hate the sparrows, the spar… In and out and round the house all… Chirping shrill and fussy birds, w… Chittering and chattering, yet hav… How I love the swallows, the swal…
Build no roof-tree over thee, Raise nor wall nor rafter, Like the swallows in the eaves, Care will follow after. Lend thy ear unto no voice