#Irish #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
The wise thrush, the wise thrush,… Made her nest in the laurel’s leaf… But the foolish young girl, all la… She built on a reed that all winds… She built on a reed that swung and…
When summer comes, then you are ne… I feel your phantom presence on my… In every wind the dead year speaks… And every scene springs up to take… ’Twas such a day, as sweet a wind…
My Future lay cradled asleep; I kissed the sweet mouth and she s… With a promise of all she should b… Womanhood crowning the child— Her wings that would grow with her…
Lord! when they came and stood upo… With ‘One is dead,’ I paused awhi… In brief thanksgiving that I stil… On the good earth that had so much… Through my sweet garden softly did…
Golden-throated, hath God sent th… Sweet, sweet! singing, singing all… I said Ah, the young Spring she w… And he’ll seek the sunny distance… For all the other birds have left…
On the dry brown bough The withered leaves still cling In their last desperate hold And ceaseless murmuring. They push the swinging branch
I built a house, four perfect wall… To hold the landly roof, whose she… Did tempt the darting swallows fro… To nest and stay all loth and late… Wide windows, planned to hold the…
At Pompeii I heard a woman laugh, And turned to find the reason of h… Saw but the silent figure of a gir… That centuries had mummied into ea… The running figure of a little mai…
Is there no bond of blood to you,… Who have called her ours, the anci… And here we hope to rest from Lif… Building of souls our patriotic N… Can we not stand amongst the purpl…
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,
On the lone height of some untrodd… The shadowy mother goes, Calling, calling; Grief hath her eyes, her cheek is… As winter snows
My foe did strike me, Lord, I am… I cannot turn to him the other che… Rather to Thee for vengeance do I… Tooth for a tooth, dear Lord, eye… Had he but felled me, giving blow…
My darling laughed in the dawning, And the birds perched low to hear. The quick sprung anew from dead as… That Spring’s passing feet had fl… Oh, Life came over the meadows,
As I came down from the hill of A… When spring sang in the air, I heard the silken voice of summer Call from the cold earth there. As I came down from the hill of A…
I have been to Hy-Brasail, And the Land of Youth have seen, Much laughter have I heard there, And birds amongst the green. Many have I met there,