#IrishWriters
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
I want to go to the heather hills, To the heather hills and rocky sho… I want to climb to Ben-Edar’s hei… And to smell the sea once more. I want to talk by an Ulster heart…
You were very fair to meet once,… With your eyes like some blue hidi… Now where the sun would ever seem… Now glowing purple through a diamo… But it was the wonder hair that yo…
I am the song, that rests upon the… I am the sun I am the dawn, the day, the hiding… When dusk is done. I am the changing colours of the t…
A Prayer in Time of War Whence comes the rain that ceasele… And seems to hold the bitter taste… Is it the lonely sorrow of the nig… Where patient women shed their hop…
Oh! do not rudely wake her, nor re… Those pulsing limbs for this hosti… To timid life, that cast in death-… What he had moulded for his ecstas… Nay! rather pity one so keen to le…
When dainty Mona walks this way My foolish heart will beat, And leaves me, though I turn asid… To lie beneath her feet. It follows her all up and down
I built a house, four perfect wall… To hold the landly roof, whose she… Did tempt the darting swallows fro… To nest and stay all loth and late… Wide windows, planned to hold the…
Out from her doorway peeped the li… To gaze upon the world most full o… Her eager eyes all bright and unaf… Her smooth cheek flushed with joy… Nor did she stay because long shad…
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…
Sing a song for Evaleen, only two… Running laughing on life’s path in… Christ-Child, Whom on Mary’s kne… Let Thy little angels come with t… One to guide her either hand, so w…
She saw on the far bank a golden a… A glowing apple, poor little Eve, Between ran the river so darkly da… By sunshine land she was loth to l… She looked, and she longed, till t…
How can I laugh or dance as other… Or ply my rock or reel? My heart will still return to drea… Beside my spinning-wheel. My little dog he cried out in the…
WHAT is balm for a soul distress… ‘A good ship in a fighting wind… The leaping timbers ‘neath your fe… Never soul could mourn, my sister,… What is joy for a stricken heart,…
Now here is where I fail to under… And put my question in all reveren… On bended knee with head most lowl… To the All-High, All-Knowing Pr… A girl whose fate had left her wid…