The Death Of Osgar (Lady Augusta Gregory Poems)
And after a while, at noonday, they saw Finn coming towards them, andwhat was left of the Sun-banner raised on ...
And after a while, at noonday, they saw Finn coming towards them, andwhat was left of the Sun-banner raised on ...
MY thoughts, my grief! are without strengthMy spirit is journeying towards deathMy eyes are as a frozen seaMy tears my ...
The Meuse and Marne have little waves; The slender poplars o'er them lean.One day they will forget the graves That give the ...
Grief on the death, it has blackened my heart:It has snatched my low and left me desolate,Without friend or companion ...
Hapless girl ! Our little house is hauntedby your beauty so saddened;on the walls, in the mirror, the icons,something from ...
What makes you so late at the trysting? What caused you so long to be? For a weary time I ...
O, Voice of time! O, metal's clang!Your dreadful call distresses me,Your groan doth beckon, beckon meIt beckons, brings me closer ...
I've heard the sea-dead three nights come keening And crying to my door. Why will they affright me with ...
All in the slime of the stagnant Arm, the mouldering slips beside,Where dark as sin slinks out and in the ...
The kine of my father, they are straying from my keeping; The young goat's at mischief, but little can I ...
As we came down the old boreen,Rose and I - Rose and I,At vesper time on Sunday e'en,We heard a ...
Cean duv deelish, beside the seaI stand and stretch my hands to thee Across the world.The riderless horses race to ...
A whisper flies to the empty sleevePinned on the braidless coatAnd a rumor bushes the scarred young cheek.of a man ...
Dark winds of the mountain,White winds of the sea,Are skirling the pibrochOf Seumas an Righ.The crying of gannets,The shrieking of ...
Whither, ye wanderers in the heights your wings still dare,Crying as though forgotten things mourned in your keening?Our hearts are ...
Good Father John O'Hart In penal days rode out To a Shoneen who had free lands And his own snipe ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
The dark is coming o'er the world, my playmate, And the fields where poplars stand are very still, All our ...
There's a grayness over the harbor like fear on the face of a woman, The sob of the waves has ...
I walked to-day, but not alone, Adown a windy, sea-girt lea, For memory, spendthrift of her charm, Peopled the silent ...
I smiled with skeptic mocking where they told me you were dead, You of the airy laughter and lightly twinkling ...
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