#Irish #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
When I was a young lad of happy s… There came to my window the Cushl… And the song that she sang was the… And the song that she sang was the… ‘And will you come with me, a vic…
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…
‘Many worlds have I made,’ said t… ‘But this is best of all,’ He slipped the round earth from H… Space held the circling ball. ‘Six days have I laboured,’ said…
The starlings they have come to to… With polka dots on their robes of… They sit a crowd on the old plane… And sing this quaint old melody Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak,…
I want to talk to thee of many thi… Or sit in silence when the robin s… His littl’ song, when comes the wi… I want to sit beside thee, cheek b… I want to hear thy voice my name r…
I want to go to the heather hills, To the heather hills and rocky sho… I want to climb to Ben-Edar’s hei… And to smell the sea once more. I want to talk by an Ulster heart…
Brian O’Byrne of Omah town In his garden strode up and down; He pulled his beard, and he beat h… And this is his trouble and woe co… ‘The good-folk came in the night,…
Mischievous rose from the rose-tre… Can I not bind thee nor hold thee… Can I not weave thee nor fold the… In with thy sisters to staying? Vain is my passion or praying,
Leave me my dreams, and I shall n… Youth’s eager hours, love’s restle… Leave me my dreams, a castled gard… Where all unchid my wand’ring feet… Leave me my dreams, the foe is at…
The wind that blows from the west Taps at my window, sighing; But I pull the curtains close, I’ll hear no more its crying. Oh, the north wind, it is good!
Into my heart, Sorrow, you found… Mine enemy, it was bitter to weep… I gave you tears for drinking, And heart-sick sobs, With brain too sick for thinking,
‘The World were a place to play i… ‘The playground of the present; al… No past is ours to sorrow, No clouding thought of morrow, And joy is slow in passing where w…
I cried all night to you, I called till day was here; Perhaps you could not come, Or were too tirèd, dear. Your chair I set by mine,
In the heart of a rose Lies the heart of a maid; If you be not afraid You will wear it. Who knows? In the pink of its bloom,
So for the luxury of the flesh, wr… In the bear’s coat sheltering its… Give wine for its hot veins, fame… All ends in one eclipse, Sunshine or snows.