#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
Down by the salley gardens my love and… She passed the salley gardens with littl… She bid me take love easy, as the leaves… But I, being young and foolish, with he… In a field by the river my love and I d…
#1889 #TheWanderingsOfOisinAndOtherPoems
I met the Bishop on the road And much said he and I. ‘Those breasts are flat and fallen now, Those veins must soon be dry; Live in a heavenly mansion,
Under my window-ledge the waters race, Otters below and moor-hens on the top, Run for a mile undimmed in Heaven’s fac… Then darkening through 'dark’ Raftery’s… Run underground, rise in a rocky place
#1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems
A STATESMAN is an easy man, He tells his lies by rote; A journalist makes up his lies And takes you by the throat; So stay at home’ and drink your beer
ON the grey rock of Cashel the mind’s e… Has called up the cold spirits that are… When the old moon is vanished from the s… And the new still hides her horn. Under blank eyes and fingers never still
A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a… Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly m… We will lead you hand in hand By the willows in the glade, By the gorse on the high land,
All things uncomely and broken, All things worn-out and old, The cry of a child by the roadway, The creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the ploughman,
Hunchback. STAND up and lift your han… A man that finds great bitterness In thinking of his lost renown. A Roman Caesar is held down Under this hump.
‘THOUGH logic choppers rule the town, And every man and maid and boy Has marked a distant object down, An aimless joy is a pure joy,’ Or so did Tom O’Roughley say
HURRAH for revolution and more cannon… A beggar upon horseback lashes a beggar… Hurrah for revolution and cannon come ag… The beggars have changed places, but the…
I care not what the sailors say: All those dreadful thunder-stones, All that storm that blots the day Can but show that Heaven yawns; Great Europa played the fool
‘ALTHOUGH I’d lie lapped up in linen A deal I’d sweat and little earn If I should live as live the neighbours… Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne; ‘Stretch bones till the daylight come
I ranted to the knave and fool, But outgrew that school, Would transform the part, Fit audience found, but cannot rule My fanatic heart.
My Soul. I summon to the winding ancien… Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, crumbling battlement, Upon the breathless starlit air, Upon the star that marks the hidden pole…
