A Son of the Soil (James Brunton Stephens Poems)
Said the Preacher "All is Vanity!"-appending as a reasonThat the things we find our pleasure in are bound to pass ...
Poems about irishman (21 Poems)
Abram Morrison (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
'Midst the men and things which willHaunt an old man's memory still,Drollest, quaintest of them all,With a boy's laugh I ...
Calgary Station (Isabel Ecclestone Mackay Poems)
DAZZLED by sun and drugged by space they wait,These homeless peoples, at our prairie gate;Dumb with the awe of those ...
The Irishman (James Orr Poems)
The savage loves his native shore, Though rude the soil and chill the air; Then well may Erin's sons adore Their isle which ...
The Driver (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
Recollections Of A Faded Beauty (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton Poems)
AH! I remember when I was a girl How my hair naturally used to curl, And how my aunt four ...
Limericks (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
THERE is a big artist named Val, The roughs' and the prize-fighters' pal: The mind of a groom And the ...
Stoves and sunshine (Eugene Field Poems)
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea—The land of stoves and sunshine is good enough ...
Wake, Irishmen, Wake (Carolina Oliphant Poems)
Air — "St. Patrick's Day in the Morning."Wake, Irishman, wake, let your slumbers be over,Our children will look to our ...
Limey (Bill Adams Poems)
She's a Liverpool ship, an' becalmed on the Line;Ain't it hell when a Liverpool sailor must dine?Salt pork an' pea ...
Wellington (Charles Harpur Poems)
Great captain if you will! great Duke! great Slave!Great minion of the crown! - but a great manHe was not! ...
The Girls of Tasmania (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
The Irishman loves his fair Colleen,No doubt she is witty and pretty,But in Ireland I have never been,So can't judge ...
St. Patrick’s Day (A P Herbert Poems)
Honour the 'neutral' Irishman with weapons in his hand-The men who made the Mulberries-the men who hate the Huns.And you, ...
The Fight at Eureka Stockade (Henry Lawson Poem)
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
After Making Love We Hear Footsteps (Galway Kinnell Poem)
For I can snore like a bullhorn or play loud music or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman ...
Stoves and sunshine (Eugene Field Poem)
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
Sleepers, The. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with ...
The Ballad Of How Macpherson Held The Floor (Robert William Service Poems)
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
The Maori Pig Market (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold The billows are ceaselessly combing, Away in a village all tranquil and ...
Cuba (Paul Muldoon Poems)
My eldest sister arrived home that morning In her white muslin evening dress. 'Who the hell do you think you ...
The Troubles of Matthew Mahoney (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
In a little town in Devonshire, in the mellow September moonlight, A gentleman passing along a street saw a pitiful ...