Pictures Of Ireland (Joseph Ignatius Constantine Clarke Poems)
Do you ever hear the blackbird in the thorn,Or the skylark rising warbling in the morn,With the white mists o ...
Do you ever hear the blackbird in the thorn,Or the skylark rising warbling in the morn,With the white mists o ...
When the toil of day is over And the dew is on the clover,And the night-hawk whirls in circles overhead; When the ...
THERE'S a fresh track down the paddockThrough the lightwoods to the creek,And I notice Billy CraddockAnd Maloney do not speak,And ...
IN Ortygia the Dawn land the old gods dwell, And the silver's yet a-quiver on the old wizard well By ...
This poem must be done to-day; Then, I 'll e'en to it. I must not dream my time away,-- I 'm sure to ...
O gone are now those eager great glad days of days, but I remember Yet even yet the light that turned ...
Ever since I landed here,Things have looked so dull and drear,Wonder if this war's in vain,Wonder why there's so much ...
Took a walk together;O, how beautiful the wayThrough the blooming heather!Far-off bells rang matin-chimes,Birds sang, silver-voicing,And our happy hearts beat ...
CHEEKS of an ominous crimson,Eye-brows arched to a frown,Pretty red lips a-quiverWith holding their sweetness down;Glance that is never liftedFrom ...
Night, dim night, and it rains, my love, it rains, (Art thou dreaming of me, I wonder) The trees are sad, and ...
ACT V.SCENE I. A Room in Susskind's House. LIEBHAID, CLAIRE, REUBEN.LIEBHAID.The air hangs sultry as in mid-July.Look forth, Claire; moves ...
When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv me rifle on me knees,An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up the ...
Jehovah! Jehovah! art Thou not stronger than gods of the heathen? I slew him, that Sisera, prince of the ...
When the day's trick is over and the running lights are lit,And the rigging fore and aft is trim and ...
Child of a myriad varied voices calling O'er countless leagues of space in divers tongues,Tho' captious critics view your ways ...
Spring is in the Valley, sap and budding time,A thousand voices rally into sheer, clear rhyme;Swallows are a-wheeling, robins chant ...
The seraphs would sing to her And from the River Dip her cool grails of radiant Life. ...
Ho, let her rip — with her royal clew a-quiver,And the long miles reeling out behind —For the Trade's got ...
Up that thin river, going over sand-Down that deep river, purple to the sun; My fingers fire; cool your quiet ...
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
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