‘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…

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,…

Madge Linsey at the well raised t… Brimmed her brass bucket full, wen… Loose hung her collar her full thr… Rough fell her silken hair, sullen… Went down the village street jaunt…

All night the small feet of the ra… Within the garden ran, And gentle fingers tapped the pane Until the dawn began. The rill-like voices called and su…

Laughter and song for my cheer, Life is so fair. None so happy as I Anywhere; Birds in the woods carol clear,

When I was a merry young fellow I loved the red juice of the grape… I would drink till I grew gay and… From Morpheus I could not escape. I would give myself freely to slum…

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.

Young Robin from the field in the… Singing boy, pretty maid tossing t… Light of feet, stealthily, to the… Laughing at strategy, there he run… But the thrush mid the green

I have a rose garden Full of sweet flowers; Yellow bloom, crimson bloom, Perfume the hours. I have an apple tree

Listen to the tramping! Oh, God o… Can we kneel at prayer, sleep all… While the echo thunders?—God of p… Can we think of prayer—or sleep—so… Million upon million fleeing feet…

‘God bless the work,’ said young… She bent her golden head, And in her cheek that was so pale The blood crept rosy red. Quick flew the humming spinning-wh…

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…

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…

It was the Christmas of the year; The wind blew chill, the night was… And round the strong walls of the… The silent snow fell white and dee… But well the Baron’s board was sp…

One morning, when dreaming in deep… I met a sweet colleen a-making her… With sighing and sobbing she cried… ‘Oh where is my lost one, and wher… ’My house it is small, and my fiel…