When Sheridan Hurled The Discus (Joseph Ignatius Constantine Clarke Poems)
"Pinch me; ay, punch me, for fear I m not sitting here reading the paper.Sure as the sun in the ...
"Pinch me; ay, punch me, for fear I m not sitting here reading the paper.Sure as the sun in the ...
A voice from out the Highlands,Old Scotia's mountain homes!From wild burn-side, and darksome glen,And towering steep, it comes!Is it the ...
(FROM THE GAELIC)The Hern at early morning cries,Where at Sleve-gail the meadow lies.Say, Duin's son, whom I love well,Canst thou ...
"Come, sing a new song to her here while we listen!"They cry to her sons who sing;And one sings: " ...
HERE you should lie, ye Kings of eld,Barbarossa, Boabdil,And Czar Lazar and Charlemagne,Arthur, Gaelic Finn-Here where themuffling Spanish mossesForests with ...
In those old days which poets say were golden — (Perhaps they laid the gilding on ...
I.IT was a Highland chieftain's son Gazed sadly from the hill: And they saw him shrink from the autumn wind, ...
WE have other tales for telling, we have other songs to sing, Who have looped the planet's waters in a ...
It was an' aboot the Lammas time,In sixteen forty-three, sirs,That there fell oot the awfu' fecht'Twixt Macfadden an' Macfee, sirs.Macfadden, ...
Gaelic Air — "Mo Leannan Faluich."I'll no be had for naething,I'll no be had for naething,I tell ye, lads, that's ...
Gaelic AirLane, on the winding Earn, there standsAn unco tow'r, sae stern an' auld,Biggit by lang forgotten hands,—Aince refuge o' ...
Half seated on a mossy crag, Half crouching in the heather; I found a little Irish maid, All in June's ...
Gaelic Air.Fareweel, O fareweel!My heart it is sair;Fareweel, O fareweel!I'll meet him nae mair.Lang, lang was he mine, Lang, lang, ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
After the wolves and before the elms the bardic order ended in Ireland. Only a few remained to continue a ...
Pipes of the misty moorlands, Voice of the glens and hills; The droning of the torrents, The treble of the ...
Sitting in outpatients With my own minor ills Dawn's depression lifts To the lilt of amitryptilene, A double dose for ...
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
A Gaelic bard they praise who in fourteen adjectives Named the one indivisible soul of his glen; For what are ...
In my aunt's house, the milk jug's beaded crochet cover tickles the ear. We've eaten boiled things with butter. Pie ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
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