#Irish #Women
Clarissa, when you passed me by With scornful lip and haughty eye, My fault I did deplore, Your anger, like a poisoned dart, Struck death into my guilty heart,
In every man this world doth hold Two selves are cast in that human… If he hearken but to the voice of… Then heaven is his when his work i… But if to the other his ear doth t…
The apple blossom from the bough i… In sunshine hours, the long young… The parent birds from branch to br… To cheer the flight of each belove… The woods awake, their winter slee…
Blossomed too soon, little daisies… Leaving the sheltering arms of the… The white tears of Winter unshed… And weary-eyed Sorrow to welcome… See, ’twas cold Winter that woke…
Goodbye, sweet friend, goodbye And all the world must be Between my friend and me; And nothing is, dear heart, But hands that meet to part;
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…
Neighbour! for pity a hound cries… With pleading eyes, with sore and… Neighbour! your pity a poor beast… Hunger and cold are busy in the st… Then, neighbour! pause; ’tis no go…
[EASTER, ] Here on my path by s… When life at last held out full ha… When the great dreams of younger y… And dear, dead voices whispered ‘… Ah, cruel blow, from which I stri…
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.
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…
Kine, kine, in the meadows, why do… High is the grass to your knees an… Sweet with the perfume of honey, a… But the sad-eyed kine on the hills… ‘Man, man has bereft us and taken…
‘There’s a hound at the door, Sha… There’s a hound at the door. If you take down the bar or the sh… I shall see you no more, I shall see you no more!’
‘Wild geese are very numerous in t… I walked by Esknahinny at the wan… As star by star came peeping to so… The little waves crept to me to ca… O lone I was and lonesome to meet…
She had hair gold as her father’s… She tripped and sung, Like to a little lamb new-born, So gay, so young. She gathered lone in the long day’…
Pardon give to Monica, She is so very fair— Though soft eyes give promises Rosy lips forswear. From the shy droop of her head.