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…

Sitting alone in my room, Alone in the gathering gloom, Solitude in the rest of the tomb. While the drip, drip, drip of the… Like tears that are falling in vai…

To clasp his spirit undefiled, my… He said no sad reproach to me, but… O coward my eyes that would not se… O coward my flesh that would not l… He might have said, “This rose I…

The careless lad went through the… Leaped the retarding gate, And whistled thrice unto his dog, Who strayed behind so late. And then he turned him to the nort…

This is the son of the white morni… Combing her silken hair’s simmer o… All of her slenderness wrapped in… Green of the dawning sky, dear to… ‘When the lime is in blossom the b…

I struck you once, I do remember… Hard on the track of passion sorro… And swift repentance, weeping for… I struck you once—and now you’re l… Now you are gone the blow no longe…

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.

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…

Upon the shore young Una lies, A smile upon her mouth; Soft breezes kiss her heavy hair, Slow blowing from the South. Within the cabin on the hill

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…

I saw her many years ago, my gladn… She stood amongst the barley field… She walked upon the mountain’s sid… She planted many famine crops with… From rugged rocks and silver shore…

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…

Is it some shade from Paradise, Shut down beneath the clouding ski… This wandering voice that ever cri… In its pathetic sweetness? Some loving soul that, leaning far

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…

See, there he goes, a-pulling his… With frowning brow, and far and ab… On his bowed head the dust of time… And on his parchment cheek life’s… He doth not hear the lark in worsh…