St Patricks Day (John O Brien Poems)
'Tis the greatest splash of sunshine right through all my retrospection On the days when fairies brought me golden dreams without ...
'Tis the greatest splash of sunshine right through all my retrospection On the days when fairies brought me golden dreams without ...
"Farewell?" No, not farewell, I'll worship ever Thy form divine.No death's despair, no voice of doom shall sever My heart from thine.Thou'st ...
Drifting, drifting down the River, Tawny current and foam-flecked tide,Sorrowful songs of lonely boatmen, Mournful forests on either side.Thine are the outcrops' ...
Popular Name for Lake Nemi.SHE floats into the quiet skies, Where, in the circle of hills, Her immemorial mirror fillsWith light, as ...
The wiree sang that Christmas Day,A rippling, limpid, liquid lay In clump and cover trilling;On ripened grain and gleaming roadThe molten, ...
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 ...
I Last night I dreamed this dream: That I was dead; And as I slept, forgot of man ...
Dozens of damp little curls; One little short upper lip; Two rows of teeth like diminutive pearls; Eyes clear and ...
In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter (And heaven it knoweth what that may mean;Meaning, however, is no great matter) ...
Then, lady, at last thou art sick of my sighing. Good-bye!So ...
He did n't know much music When first he come along; An' all the birds went wonderin' Why ...
"THE RAINBOW on the ocean A moment bright, The nightingale's devotion That dies on ...
I cannot say thy cheek is like the rose, Thy hair like rippled sunbeams, and thine eyes Like ...
I thought, because we had been friends so long, That I knew all your dear lips dared intend Before they ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at ...
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line; So we, ...
When Beauty and Beauty meet All naked, fair to fair, The earth is crying-sweet, And scattering-bright the air, Eddying, dizzying, ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
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