Queens (John Millington Synge Poems)
Seven dog-days we let pass Naming Queens in Glenmacnass, All the rare and royal names Wormy sheepskin yet retains, Etain, Helen, Maeve, and Fand, Golden ...
Poems about maeve (14 Poems)
Apology (C. S. Lewis Poems)
If men should ask, Despoina, why I tellOf nothing glad nor noble in my verseTo lighten hearts beneath this present ...
The Passing Of The Shee (John Millington Synge Poems)
Adieu, sweet Angus, Maeve and Fand,Ye plumed yet skinny Shee,That poets played with hand ...
A King In Kerry (Clinton Scollard Poems)
I dreamed a dream, mavourneen, I dreamed a dream yestreen, That I was King in Kerry, and you were Galway's ...
The Hill Of Maeve (Clinton Scollard Poems)
I This is the hill of Maeve, the queen, A mighty bulwark of gray-green Whereon was set, by hands unknown, ...
Apology (C S Lewis Poems)
If men should ask, Despoina, why I tellOf nothing glad nor noble in my verseTo lighten hearts beneath this present ...
The Bridge At Luckeen (Clinton Scollard Poems)
One day as I stood at the Bridge of Luckeen, Above the bright water all glancin' an' green, There strayed ...
Queens (Clinton Scollard Poems)
Fair Maeve, that was queen of Beauty, Whither, whither has she gone? Ask the cairn that over Sligo ...
Fairies (Francis Ledwidge Poems)
Maiden-poet, come with meTo the heaped up cairn of Maeve,And there we'll dance a fairy danceUpon a fairy's grave.In and ...
The Wanderings of Oisin: Book I (William Butler Yeats Poems)
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
The Old Age Of Queen Maeve (William Butler Yeats Poems)
A certain poet in outlandish clothes Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane, Talked1 of his country and its people, ...
Red Hanrahan’s Song About Ireland (William Butler Yeats Poems)
The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand, Under a bitter black wind that blows from the ...
The Hour Before Dawn (William Butler Yeats Poems)
A cursing rogue with a merry face, A bundle of rags upon a crutch, Stumbled upon that windy place Called ...
The Wanderings of Oisin: Book III (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...