#IrishWriters
You were always a dreamer, Rose -… As you swung on your perfumed spra… Swinging, and all the world was tr… Swaying, what did it trouble you? A rose will fade in a day.
When the white rose and the red sp… Make a scented path to tread throu… I half-dreaming all forget in the… That the city’s claim will come, b… How can I go forth again to the h…
Some on the pleasant hillside have… As flings a cloud before the sun a… They praised thy fairness and held… They only saw thy shade, Kathleen… Some on the purple mountains stood…
We have met, you and I, long ago, Yesterday when I saw you I knew, For the sight of the city was gone… And the sky took an orient blue; Strange flowers and strange perfum…
If thou didst slip 'neath the enci… And found sure death in coral grov… Dost think the sea o’er thy unrest… Would check one moment of its ebb… If thou didst lie 'neath the entom…
Why in my neighbour’s garden Are the flowers more sweet than mi… I had never such bloom of roses, Such yellow and pink woodbine. Why in my neighbour’s garden
A Ballad Father John in the green lane wen… And he drew his robe full tight, ‘I would,’ quoth he, 'I were home… For there’s evil in the night.
What will you give me, if I will… ‘A golden gown To come sweetly down, And deck you from foot to head.’ How will you keep me, if I am col…
I cried all night to you, I called till day was here; Perhaps you could not come, Or were too tirèd, dear. Your chair I set by mine,
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…
Lone played the child within the m… Where fountains sang and sunshine… Half-hid among red roses on his wa… He came at last upon a dark abode. He knew not sorrow, and when cries…
All the long day the robin on the… Piped his sweet song To her who on her hidden nest Oft turned beneath her patient bre… Her pretty eggs in tender quest
Who was stealing the Baron’s wine… Golden sherry and port so old, Precious, I wot, as drops of gold… Lone to-night he came to dine, Flung himself in his oaken chair,
It was the Black Earl Roderick Who rode towards the south; The frown was heavy on his brow, The sneer upon his mouth. Behind him rode a hundred men
I would I had a thousand tongues To sing thy praise, to sing thy pr… I’d teach the birds on ev’ry tree To chorus the sweet melody, For all my days, for all my days.