The Celt’s Paradise. Third Duan (John Banim Poems)
THE SAINT. Ossian, enough of this dotard theme,Lit up at the meteor--blaze of a dream,Wanton and vain as ever was fann'dBy ...
THE SAINT. Ossian, enough of this dotard theme,Lit up at the meteor--blaze of a dream,Wanton and vain as ever was fann'dBy ...
O let the soul her slumbers break,Let thought be quickened, and awake;Awake to seeHow soon this life is past and ...
Millions have been and passed from view Benignity who never knew; No aspiration theirs, nor aim; Existence soulless as the clay From whence they ...
We are accused of terrorismIf we dare to write about the remains of a homelandThat is scattered in pieces and ...
Every foolish drunken poet,boorish vanity without ceasing,(never may I warrant it,I of great noble stock,)has always declaimed fruitless praisein song ...
Love I have served, for such length of timeIf I forsake Him no man should blame me,Now I go, and ...
SWEET Cumbrian Bard, esteem'd and honour'd long,In youth belov'd respected in thy age,Thine is each title to mankind endear'd,The social ...
A EULOGY FOR SACCO AND VANZETTI in the NEW MASSES, October 1927This isn't a poemThis is two men in grey ...
Make me no grave within that quiet placeWhere friends shall sadly view the grassy mound,Politely solemn for a little space,As ...
'Tis not for Muse like mine, in rude essay,To paint the beauties of thy Classic Page;Which ay deserve far other ...
Sovereign! Am I! By God's decree Of Hell for all eternity, Where joy and peace are never known, Nor light ...
Oh! sadly sing my weeping Muse 'Till Echo mourn again; An honest Tallow-Chandler's dirge, Should be a melting strain. Although ...
1814-1914 When, on a novel's newly printed page We find a maudlin eulogy of sin, And read of ways that ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
I wake! delusive phantoms hence, away! Tempt not the weakness of a lover's breast; The softest breeze can shake the ...
The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands, An iron authority against the snow, And this grey monument to common ...
I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend He referred to the dates ...
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