Ough”A Phonetic Fantasy (William Thomas Goodge Poems)
The baker-man was kneading doughAnd whistling softly, sweet and lough.Yet ever and anon he'd coughAs though his head were coming ...
The baker-man was kneading doughAnd whistling softly, sweet and lough.Yet ever and anon he'd coughAs though his head were coming ...
Part the FirstMery it was in the grene forestAmonge the leves grene,Wheras men hunt east and west,Wyth bowes and arrowes ...
Ah! the pleasant time hath vanished, ere our wretched doubtingsbanished,All the graceful spirit-people, children of the earth and sea,Whom in ...
Oh! bright are the names of the chieftains and sages,That shine like the stars through the darkness of ages,Whose deeds ...
Soft slept the beautiful autumnIn the heart, on the face of the Lough-Its heart, whose pulses were hush'd,Till you knew ...
Wind from the eastward whose breath goes seaward surely Over the cold grey rollers that hold me apart,Would I ...
At night there came unto MacCarthy More A hooded vision with a voice that said, "Go thou straightway and raise ...
I This is the hill of Maeve, the queen, A mighty bulwark of gray-green Whereon was set, by hands unknown, ...
Have you heard the seagull calling, the seagull out at sea? And sorry is its voice, though its wings ...
Wild geese are very numerous in this district, especially around Lough Esknahinny. -Cork Examiner, December , . I walked by ...
Women ben full of Ragerie,Yet swinken not sans secresie.Thilke Moral shall ye understond,From Schoole-boy's Tale of fayre Irelond:Which to the ...
I dream of the ancient wonders, of the isle of Hy Brasail That rides through the mists of Mayo, then ...
Oh, I am just a rover Among the roving men Who loves to watch the sunlight Upon the ...
A hot day in September. A white mistClung to the vale, and up the hill a blur,As of thin smoke, ...
'Unreasonable' Poles, why do you falter?Be sensible—be realistic, pray.Yours are the only frontiers that must alter:You are the one crusader ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
I fasted for some forty days on bread and buttermilk, For passing round the bottle with girls in rags or ...
Let Erin remember the days of old, Ere her faithless sons betray'd her; When Malachi wore the collar of gold, ...
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