The Brus Book IV (John Barbour Poems)
In Rawchryne leve we now the kingIn rest foroutyn barganyng,And off his fayis a quhile speke weThat ...
In Rawchryne leve we now the kingIn rest foroutyn barganyng,And off his fayis a quhile speke weThat ...
To the EVENING BREEZE.Go, wanton Breeze, to Cashmere's wavey groves,Whose wild, and tangled haunts, my fair one loves ;There gaily ...
AUTUMNA GOOD stay-at-home season is Autumn: then there'swork to be joined in by all:Though the fawns, where the brackens make ...
Who dare set bounds to the Red Wind,The East Wind in his wrath?Lo! we have bitted and bridled him,And turned ...
ARCH-SCHOLAR they'll call you,Kuno Mayer,Who know the wordBehind the wordThe men of learning . . .But who will tell themOf ...
Of all thy dowered jewels none so fairAs those that on thy bride-hand thou shalt wear.Faith, Hope and Love illume ...
Soft, low and sweet, the blackbird wakes the day,And clearer pipes, as rosier grows the gray Of the wide sky, far, ...
You, dear, have heard me vaunt a memory The which by trodden paths will ...
Beside that giant stream that foams and swellsBetwixt Hy-Conaill and Moyarta's shore,And guards the isle where good Senanus dwells,A gentle ...
August 6th , 1875.Harp of my native landThat lived anew 'neath Carolan's master hand;Harp on whose electric chords,The minstrel Moore's ...
Ah! the pleasant time hath vanished, ere our wretched doubtingsbanished,All the graceful spirit-people, children of the earth and sea,Whom in ...
This is an evil night to go, my sister, To the thorn-tree across the fairy rath, Will you not wait ...
Creggan GraveyardIn Creggan graveyard I slept last night in despairWith the rising of the morning a woman came to me ...
The fresh young leaves are coming, Dear!In the genial prime of May; And the bees in the blooms are humming, ...
The fairies, the fairies, the mischief-loving fairies, Have stolen my loved one, my darling, and my dear; With charms and ...
The rushes nod by the riverAs the winds on the loud waves go,And the things they nod of are many,For ...
"My tale for you Stag snorts winter pours gone, the summer Wind high and cold shy the sun low its ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
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