I wish we could live as the flower… To breathe and to bloom in the sum… To slumber and sway in the heart o… And to die when our glory had done… I wish we could love as the bees l…

The Virgin speaks Draw back the s… O Cherubim, and Seraphim! Pull back the purple curtains of t… For I would look once more upon t… That ere my sorrows made some youn…

In southern seas we sailed, my lov… In southern seas. Death joined no chorus as the wave… No storm hid in the breeze. Low keeled our boat until her whit…

The world has many lovers, but the… She loves the best is he within wh… She but half-reigning queen and mi… Whose lonely soul for ever stands… Who from her face will ever turn a…

I have listened for the beat Of slow wings across the sea. In their strange and dumb retreat From their foreign liberty. Come the birds from northern lands…

Out from her doorway peeped the li… To gaze upon the world most full o… Her eager eyes all bright and unaf… Her smooth cheek flushed with joy… Nor did she stay because long shad…

I had loved the pretty birds that… The gentle thrush that had his nes… The chaffinch with his sudden note… The sad rhyme of the robin, too, t… The happy lark whose benison fell…

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…

Never again, my darling, never aga… Till the gates of God are open fo… May we join our parted hands that… Ere Death’s cold fingers closed o… Feeling palm from palm was slippin…

Who has room for a friend Who has money to spend, And a goblet of gold For your fingers to hold, At the wave of whose hand

Bring to me white roses, roses, pi… Sweet stock and gillyflowers, popp… Bee-flowers and mignonette, with b… I would make a coverlet for my nar… Bring me no silken cloth, velvet s…

‘It will be all the same in a thou… And in a thousand years It will be all the same, Whether or no Women’s tears flow,

It was the Black Earl Roderick Who rode towards the south; The frown was heavy on his brow, The sneer upon his mouth. Behind him rode a hundred men

Half seated on a mossy crag, Half crouching in the heather; I found a little Irish maid, All in June’s golden weather. Like some fond hand that loved the…

TA’N SIONAC AR SRAIDI… Loud shout the flaming tongues of… The cannon’s thunder rolls afar While Empires tremble for their f… Thou art alone amongst them all.