The Celt’s Paradise. First Duan (John Banim Poems)
OSSIAN. Man of prayers, lead me forthFrom our silent cell of care,The morning--breeze to me is worthAll thy hymns and all ...
OSSIAN. Man of prayers, lead me forthFrom our silent cell of care,The morning--breeze to me is worthAll thy hymns and all ...
Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John, Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time come on-- And ...
A HEAVY and desolate sense of life Is all the Past makes mine-and stillA cold contempt of ...
WE clutch our joys as children do their flowers; We look at them, but scarce believe them ours, Till our ...
LOUD wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains, Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea, Pour forth thy vials ...
470I am alive-I guess-The Branches on my HandAre full of Morning Glory-And at my finger's end-The Carmine-tingles warm-And if I ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
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