Ireland (Francis Ledwidge Poems)
I called you by sweet names by wood and linn,You answered not because my voice was new,And you were listening ...
I called you by sweet names by wood and linn,You answered not because my voice was new,And you were listening ...
Who would hear the fairy hornCalling all the hounds of FinnMust be in a lark's nest bornWhen the moon is ...
Finns, they're witches, said Murphy, "'tis born in 'em maybe,The same as fits, an' freckles, an' follerin' the sea,An' ginger ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
'T was Fultah Fisher's boarding-house, Where sailor-men reside, And there were men of all the ports From Mississip to Clyde, ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Feet and faces tingle In that frore land: Legs wobble and go wingle, You scarce can stand. The skies are ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
I My Paistin Finn is my sole desire, And I am shrunken to skin and bone, For all my heart ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey's Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from the ...
Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the Finn where lights of Lust-land glow; "Let's leave," says he, "the lousy sea, and ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
I saw the sun step like a gentleman Dressed in black and proud as sin. I saw the sun walk ...
Bound to your bookseller, leap to your library, Deluge your dealer with bakshish and bribary, Lean on the counter and ...
Religions are poems. They concert our daylight and dreaming mind, our emotions, instinct, breath and native gesture into the only ...
The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it ...
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