O’Hussey’s Ode To The Maguire (James Clarence Mangan Poems)
WHERE is my chief, my master, this bleak night, mavrone? O cold, cold, miserably cold is this bleak night for Hugh! Its ...
WHERE is my chief, my master, this bleak night, mavrone? O cold, cold, miserably cold is this bleak night for Hugh! Its ...
SHE was my love and the pulse of my heart;Lovely she was as the flowers that startStraight to the sun ...
A splendid place is London, with golden store,For them that have the heart and hope and youth galore;But mournful are ...
There's a grey fog over Dublin of the curses,It blinds my eyes, mavrone, and stops my breath;And I travel slow ...
The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day; For half his flock were in their beds, Or under ...
A splendid place is London, with golden store, For them that have the heart and hope and youth galore; But ...
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