#IrishWriters
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…
At the convent doors, full of alar… She stood, like a young bird quitt… Her first flight flown right into… Her first tears wept upon my breas… It was the young dove, wond’ring a…
The green has come to the leafless… The earth brings forth its grain; The rose has come for the honey be… You will not come again. The birds have come to the empty n…
My foe did strike me, Lord, I am… I cannot turn to him the other che… Rather to Thee for vengeance do I… Tooth for a tooth, dear Lord, eye… Had he but felled me, giving blow…
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…
I mourned beneath the willow tree, When shrouded came a nymph to me And slid her hand in mine. Her boldness I did much upbraid, And said ‘Begone, thou wanton mai…
Pardon give to Monica, She is so very fair— Though soft eyes give promises Rosy lips forswear. From the shy droop of her head.
I drew her out of the wave High up on the windy shore. Oh, never a fish I caught So fair in my net before. And white she was as the foam
The wise thrush, the wise thrush,… Made her nest in the laurel’s leaf… But the foolish young girl, all la… She built on a reed that all winds… She built on a reed that swung and…
Madge Linsey at the well raised t… Brimmed her brass bucket full, wen… Loose hung her collar her full thr… Rough fell her silken hair, sullen… Went down the village street jaunt…
The ship is sinking, come ye one a… Stand fast and so this weakness ov… Come ye strong hands and cheery vo… ‘Stand by!’ The ship is sinking in a summer se…
Fair Lady Kathleen in her tower Bowed her head like a wounded flow… She wept the weary night away ‘Here I spin for a year and a day… But ’tis for love’s sweet sake,' s…
‘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!’
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…
A BALLAD OF SORROW ‘Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! arise… Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! will y… ‘Now who comes so late at my door,… Who knocks thus my slumbering to b…