#Irish #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Somehow I never liked you, John,… Your smile was pharisaical, your m… Although you prospered well in wor… Ay, were on nodding terms with Cz… I seem to see the counter and the…
If by my tomb some day you careles… A moment grieved by coming on my n… Ah! kneel awhile upon the tender g… In some short prayer acquitting me… If I reached not your pinnacle of…
What will you do through the waiti… What will my darling do? Will you sleep, or wander in those… Until I can come to you? Do you cry at the door as I cry h…
The Dean of Santiago on his mule Rode quick the Guadalquivir banks… He had no eye the veiling eve to l… No ear to listen for the bird’s la… Gold mist and purple of the settin…
Sweet Content, at the rich man’s… Called, ‘Wilt thou let me in?’ ‘No! thou art poor and thou art no… Hast nothing thy way to win. Here love is little and mighty is…
O were my heart a little dog I’d call it to my side To hold it with a silken lead And would not be denied. For O it wandered far from me
Never again, my darling, never aga… Till the gates of God are open fo… May we join our parted hands that… Ere Death’s cold fingers closed o… Feeling palm from palm was slippin…
The good Lord gave, the Lord has… Blessed be His name, His holy wil… The mourners all have gone, all sa… The little grave lies lonely in th… Nay! I would not follow, though t…
‘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…
Droop all the flowers in my garden… All their fair heads hang low; For rose, their fairest companion, Never again will they know. Bring me no flowers for wearing,
The little red rose tapped at my w… Tapped at my window long years ago… Glad would I run then, trip to th… Who was in hiding well did I know… Last night I, nodding, heard at t…
The oak is a brave tree that growe… The oak, and the pine, and the asp… Strong his mighty timbers, that ha… Safe he carries the sailor on the… Through the storm and through the…
Before my time my kindred were As felons in their land, Because they claimed the liberty That freemen understand. Ere I was born in Dublin town
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;
A miller’s daughter, as I heard t… Sing heigh! but the maid was merry… Was loved by her father’s man full… His cheek was brown as a berry. He made the grey mare fast to her…