False Dearvorgil (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
Woe to the House of Breffni, and to Red O'Ruark woe! Woe to us all in Erinn for the shame ...
Woe to the House of Breffni, and to Red O'Ruark woe! Woe to us all in Erinn for the shame ...
A beggar sat by the King's highway, O, but the road was long! His hair was black and his beard ...
Do you hunt alone to-day, O Red Richard! Pray you tell me, do you hunt all your lone? "Ay, I ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistressNo Boadicia nor ThalestrissNor shall I e'er be famed hereafterFor such a Soul as ...
All on a golden morning the beggar maid did go To gather branch and berry, the hazel-nut and sloe. And ...
FAR from contention, envy, strife,Be mine the tranquil path of life,To lift the cottage simple latch,Where woodbines climb the lowly ...
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now, Has been gone from her earthly home; And Robin has paid, he scarce ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, Would grace ...
Why weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, ...
O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, Would grace ...
Joust First. I. Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies, And the knights still hurried amain To the tournament ...
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