#IrishWriters
In the darkness of the night I wa… Ave Maria, hear my cry! Dread shapes crowd around me, I c… Ave Maria, hear my cry! Love that must separate, Death th…
I come from a burial; Hush! let me be I have put away my love, Fair exceedingly. Ah! the little gold curls
‘Going, going!’ the voice was loud… And, rising, silenced the chatteri… ‘Going! going! shall it be gone?’ The auctioneer held up an old viol… ‘The mute though tarnished is silv…
Last night a hand pushed on the do… And tirled at the pin. I turned my face unto the wall, And could not cry, ‘Come in!’ I dared not cry, ‘Come in!’
centeredA TRUE STORY I am a man who hath known trouble, O’Ruarc of the Lake. On my life’s glass joy rose as a b… To glitter and break.
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…
The starlings they have come to to… With polka dots on their robes of… They sit a crowd on the old plane… And sing this quaint old melody Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak,…
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;
Within an English village yesterd… I came upon a little child at play… I lingered by to watch the baby ga… And heard some voice call gently o… Sweet she replied. How leaped my…
‘Do you hunt alone to-day, O Red… Pray you tell me, do you hunt all… ‘Ay, I am for the chase, little c… And wish no other spearing save my… ‘And whither are you going, O Red…
O MOTHER, mother, I swept the… I prayed for his coming to our kin… A strange wind rattled the window-… I called his name and the candle f… Deelish! Deelish! my woe forever…
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…
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…
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…
How long wilt thou love me, O my… ‘As long as life may be.’ Life is but a breath Breathed us by Death, That we may learn and be the maker…