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 ...
E. H. M.Nov. 17th, 1890-Feb. 13th, 1904Still he lies,Pale, wan, and strangely wise.Under the white coverletHe lies here sleeping yet,Though ...
THE early springtime faintly flushed the earth,And in the woods, and by their favorite streamThe fair, wild roses blossomed modestly,Above ...
(For Joyce Kilmer)When the dreamy night is on, up the Hudson river,And the sheen of modern taste is dim and ...
Since ere I left my native isle,My childhood's home, life's happy smileAnd crossed the separating seas,Nothing my lonely heart could ...
Where is the minstrel's Father-land? Where the sparks of noble spirits flew, Where flowery wreaths for beauty ...
There's not a trace of cloudNow-and sheIs in my thoughts;The moon and my heartSeem to waver.(Saigyo)
"I SAW a man, by some accounted wise, For some things said and done before their eyes, Quite overcast, and, ...
I.HERE, where the rain-drops may not fall, the sunshine doth not play, Where the unfelt and distant breeze in whispers ...
THE morning broke in a pearly haze, Then the east grew duskly red: 'Oh, my only day, oh, ...
Ah, it was here--September And silence filled the air-- I came last year to remember, And muse, ...
Up in early morning light,Sweeping, dusting, "setting right,"Oiling all the household springs,Sewing buttons, tying strings,Telling Bridget what to do,Mending rips ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
SOMEBODY'S little girl-how easy to make a sob story over who she was once and who she is now. Somebody's ...
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