Moore (Denis Florence MacCarthy Poems)
May 28th, 1879Joy to Ierne, joy,This day a deathless crown is won,Her child of song, her glorious son,Her minstrel boyAttains ...
May 28th, 1879Joy to Ierne, joy,This day a deathless crown is won,Her child of song, her glorious son,Her minstrel boyAttains ...
Part the First.Henry, our royall kind, would ride a huntingTo the greene forest so pleasant and faire;To see the harts ...
A memory of the past hath wondrous powerTo gild the present, and to throw a veilOf rare enchantment o'er the ...
1The first enters wearing the neon armourOf virtue.Ceaselessly firing all-purpose smilesAt everyone presentShe destroys hopeIn the breasts of the sick,Who ...
Before he wrote a poem, he learned the measureThat living in the future gives a farm—Propinquity of mules and cows, ...
"As on a rock's stern brow entranc'd I lay, The deaf'ning surges bursting at my feet, Light Fancy at my ...
It starts with the picture of my grandfather,machinegunned in his car, Packard De Luxe, 1923.A snapshot with poor composition, slightlyout ...
Composed as I am, like others, of elements on certain well-known lists,father's seed and mother's egggathering earth, air, fire, mostly ...
In France (to baffle thieves and murderers) A journey takes two days of passport work At least. The plan's sometimes ...
After I had attended lecturesAt our Chautauqua, and studied FrenchFor twenty years, committing the grammarAlmost by heart,I thought I'd take ...
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
1 am peering through blackness 2 am i feel your heart pounding 3 am your fingers running up my spine ...
What boots it, thy virtue, What profit thy parts, While one thing thou lackest, The art of all arts! The ...
They did not recognize me in the shadows That suck away my color in this Passport And to them my ...
It was in the days of a gay British King (In the old fashion'd custom of merry-making) The Palace of ...
I'd tear like a wolf at bureaucracy. For mandates my respect's but the slightest. To the devil himself I'd chuck ...
After I had attended lectures At our Chautauqua, and studied French For twenty years, committing the grammar Almost by heart, ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
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