#IrishWriters
I wish we could live as the flower… To breathe and to bloom in the sum… To slumber and sway in the heart o… And to die when our glory had done… I wish we could love as the bees l…
Go not to the hills of Erin When the night winds are about, Put up your bar and shutter, And so keep the danger out. For the good-folk whirl within it,
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…
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…
Deep in the moving depths Of yellow wine, I swore I’d drown your face, O love of mine; All clad in yellow hue,
They lit a fire within their land… With splendid dreams they made it… They saw thy slowly paling cheek a… They bade thee live once more, Ka… And who dare quench the sacred fir…
Heaven help your home to-night, MacCormac; for I know A white witch woman is your bride: You married for your woe. You thought her but a simple maid
Before her mirror in a pouting moo… Afraid to weep lest anger should r… The picture there, she did impatie… Why Fate should treat her worse t… Her lilac frock her mother’s hand…
The kine of my father, they are st… The young goat’s at mischief, but… For all through the night did I h… O youth of my loving, and is it we… All through the night sat my mothe…
White rose must die all in the you… Though nightingale should sing the… Though summer breezes woo, She will not hear. Too delicate for the sun’s kiss so…
A little dog disturbed my trust in… I praised most faithfully All the great things that be, Man’s pain and pleasure even; I said though hard this weighing
Mountains and vales, how ye quake… Wake from your slumbers, He calls… Tremble, great trees, bowing down… Lay by thy scythe, at His bidding… The sun in the heavens grows pale…
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.
He was the son of a hunting squire And heir to a fair estate, And she but an humble serving maid Who opened his father’s gate. He thought her sweet as the garden…
Come, teasing wind, we will fly, Seek our heart’s desire, you and… Fit comrade for me, Thou breath of liberty, I sigh for the freedom of your win…