The Importance Of Elsewhere (Philip Larkin Poem)
Lonely in Ireland, since it was not home, Strangeness made sense. The salt rebuff of speech, Insisting so on difference, ...
Poems about ireland (31 Poems)
Eureka (Henry Lawson Poem)
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp ...
The Old Bark School (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes Where each leak in rainy weather ...
Easter Week (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(In memory of Joseph Mary Plunkett) ("Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.") William Butler Yeats. ...
THE IRISH GUARDS (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1918 We're not so old in the Army List, But we're not so young at our trade, For we had ...
The Ballad of the Red Earl (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(It is not for them to criticize too minutely the methods the Irish followed, though they might deplore some of ...
A Performance Of Henry V At Stratford-Upon-Avon (Elizabeth Jennings Poem)
Nature teaches us our tongue again And the swift sentences came pat. I came Into cool night rescued from rainy ...
To Seem The Stranger Lies My Lot, My Life (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life Among strangers. Father and mother dear, Brothers and sisters are in ...
Let America Be America Again (Langston Hughes Poem)
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on ...
The Mountain (Robert Frost Poem)
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Heroic Stanzas (John Dryden Poem)
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
Mac Flecknoe (John Dryden Poem)
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
Stand Fast! (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Stand fast, Great Britain! Together England, Scotland, Ireland stand One in the faith that makes a mighty land, True to ...
Ireland With Emily (John Betjeman Poem)
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
Testament (Wendell Berry Poem)
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
A Dialogue between Old England and New (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
My Country in Darkness (Eavan Boland Poem)
After the wolves and before the elms the bardic order ended in Ireland. Only a few remained to continue a ...
The Death and Last Confession of Wandering Peter (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
When Peter Wanderwide was young He wandered everywhere he would: All that he approved was sung, And most of what ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Dream Song 119: Fresh-shaven, past months & a picture in New York (John Berryman Poem)
Fresh-shaven, past months & a picture in New York of Beard Two, I did have Three took off. Well. . ...
Dream Song 324: An Elegy for W.C.W., the lovely man (John Berryman Poem)
Henry in Ireland to Bill underground: Rest well, who worked so hard, who made a good sound constantly, for so ...
454. Epistle from Esopus to Maria (Robert Burns Poems)
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
Anseo (Paul Muldoon Poems)
When the master was calling the roll At the primary school in Collegelands, You were meant to call back Anseo ...
The Frog (Paul Muldoon Poems)
Comes to mind as another small upheaval amongst the rubble. His eye matches exactly the bubble in my spirit-level. I ...
Christo’s (Paul Muldoon Poems)
Two Workmen were carrying a sheet of asbestos down the main street of Dingle; it must have been nailed, at ...
Nora, the Maid of Killarney (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Down by the beautiful Lakes of Killarney, Off times I have met my own dear Barney, In the sweet summer ...
Richard Pigott, the Forger (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Richard Pigott, the forger, was a very bad man, And to gainsay it there's nobody can, Because for fifty years ...
Cromwell’s Return (Andrew Marvell Poems)
An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his muses dear, ...
Spenser’s Ireland (Marianne Moore Poems)
has not altered;-- a place as kind as it is green, the greenest place I've never seen. Every name is ...