The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 – The Buried City (Denis Florence MacCarthy Poems)
Beside that giant stream that foams and swellsBetwixt Hy-Conaill and Moyarta's shore,And guards the isle where good Senanus dwells,A gentle ...
Beside that giant stream that foams and swellsBetwixt Hy-Conaill and Moyarta's shore,And guards the isle where good Senanus dwells,A gentle ...
BRITANNIA.Wretched Britannia! Hapless and undone! How have my Follies call'd this Vengeance down, And anger'd Heav'n to so severe a ...
The long days came and went; the riotous beesTore the warm grapes in many a dusty vine,And men grew faint ...
Bom of my spirit, still mine in loss or merit,Child of my body, and fondling of my heart,What wilt thou ...
He sat upon a fallen log And heaved a long, deep sigh.His gnarled hand fondling his old dog As his ...
Abject, stooping, old, and wan,See yon wretched beggar-man;Once a father's hopeful heir,Once a mother's tender care.When too young to understandHe ...
TIMELY blossom, infant fair, Fondling of a happy pair, Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight; Sleeping, waking, still ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you As infants ...
To the tune of "Song of Peace" Year by year, in the snow, I have often gathered plum flowers, intoxicated ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
Yet, my pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end That I praise thy rareness! Other dogs may be ...
So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky of this black August. My sister, the sun, broods in ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Mumsie and Dad are raven dark And I am lily blonde. ''Tis strange,' I once heard nurse remark, 'You do ...
IT'S a lonely road through bogland to the lake at Carrowmore, And a sleeper there lies dreaming where the water ...
The young maricones and the horny muchachas, The big fat widows delirious from insomnia, The young wives thirty hours' pregnant, ...
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the ...
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