Muckross (Clinton Scollard Poems)
At night there came unto MacCarthy More A hooded vision with a voice that said, "Go thou straightway and raise ...
At night there came unto MacCarthy More A hooded vision with a voice that said, "Go thou straightway and raise ...
Rejoice, said the Sun; "I will make thee gayWith glory and gladness and holiday;I am dumb, O man, and I ...
Air — McIntosh's Lament."Fell he on the field of fame,Glory resting on his name?O'er his young and dauntless breastDoes the ...
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Froze the ice on ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
AFTER these vernal rains That we so warmly sought, Dear wife, see how our plains With blessings sweet are fraught! ...
QUICK throbb'd my heart: to norse! haste, haste, And lo! 'twas done with ...
WHAT time our Lord still walk'd the earth, Unknown, despised, of humble birth, And on Him many a youth attended ...
O Fair and stately maid, whose eye Was kindled in the upper sky At the same torch that lighted mine; ...
The girt woak tree that's in the dell ! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' ...
The girt woak tree that's in the dell ! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' ...
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
Yes, holy be thy resting place Wherever thou may'st lie; The sweetest winds breathe on thy face, The softest of ...
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me to the ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fair! How can ye chant, ye little birds, ...
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and ...
Alone in crowds to wander on, And feel that all the charm is gone Which voices dear and eyes beloved ...
Tis believed that this Harp, which I wake now for thee Was a Siren of old, who sung under the ...
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