The Lay of Prince Marvan (Anonymous Irish Poems)
THERE is a sheeling hidden in the wood Unknown to all save God; An ancient ash-tree and a hazel-bush Their ...
THERE is a sheeling hidden in the wood Unknown to all save God; An ancient ash-tree and a hazel-bush Their ...
When the grey lake-water rushes Past the dripping alder-bushes, And the bodeful autumn wind In the fir-tree weeps and hushes, — When the air is sharply damp Round the solitary camp, And the moose-bush in the thicket Glimmers like a scarlet lamp, — When the birches twinkle yellow, And the cornel bunches mellow, And the owl across the twilight Trumpets to his downy fellow, — When the nut-fed chipmunks romp Through the maples' crimson pomp, And the slim viburnum flushes In the darkness of the swamp, — When the blueberries are dead, When the rowan clusters red, And the shy bear, summer-sleekened, In the bracken makes his bed, — On a day there comes once more To the latched and lonely door, Down the wood-road striding silent, One who has been here before. Green spruce branches for his head, Here he makes his simple bed, Crouching with the sun, and rising When the dawn is frosty red. All day long he wanders wide With the grey moss for his guide, And his lonely axe-stroke startles The expectant forest-side. Toward the quiet close of day Back to camp he takes his way, And about his sober footsteps Unafraid the squirrels play. On his roof the red leaf falls, At his door the bluejay calls, And he hears the wood-mice hurry Up and down his rough log walls; Hears the laughter of the loon Thrill the dying afternoon; Hears the calling of the moose Echo to the early moon. And he hears the partridge drumming, The belated hornet humming, — All the faint, prophetic sounds That foretell the winter's coming. And the wind about his eaves Through the chilly night-wet grieves, And the earth's dumb patience fills him, Fellow to the falling leaves.(Charles G. D. Roberts)
Golden-throated, hath God sent thee for our comfort in the city? Sweet, sweet! singing, singing all the day. I said ...
IN the sleepy forest where the bluebells Smouldered dimly through the night, Dermuid saw the leaves like glad green waters ...
1539-1862Blest hour, as on green happy slopes I lie, Gray walls around and high,While long-ranged arches lessen on the view, ...
Lang syne I penned a mickle rhyme That muckle grief brocht to my soul;For critics said 'twas aye a ...
'Twas the turn o' the nicht when a' was quateAn' niver a licht to see,That Death cam' stappin' the clachan ...
Fareweel to my hame at the fit o' the glen,To the red rowan tree hingin' owre at the en',To the ...
The old hound wags his shaggy tail, And I know what he would say: It's over the hills we'll bound, ...
Oh! Rowan Tree, Oh! Rowan Tree, thou'lt aye be dear to me,Intwin'd thou art wi' mony ties o' hame and ...
BEFORE I left I planted twentyRuby hawthorns, they'd be plentyI thought, for Laverton is notLarge tho' a very bonny spot.Twenty ...
TAKE a twig of rowan,Bind it wiv a redSilken thread;Stir up t' cream wiv it,In a bit,T' butter will coomAn' ...
For Sára Karig "You are so wise," the reindeer said, "you can bind the winds of the world in a ...
A rowan like a lipsticked girl. Between the by-road and the main road Alder trees at a wet and dripping ...
The Hielan' lassies are a' for spinnin', The Lowlan' lassies for prinkin' and pinnin'; My daddie w'u'd chide me, an' ...
Autumn is over the long leaves that love us, And over the mice in the barley sheaves; Yellow the leaves ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
O Orofarne, Lassemista, Carnimirie! O rowan fair, upon your hair how white the blossom lay! O rowan mine, I saw ...
Mad March, with the wind in his wings wide-spread, Leaps from heaven, and the deep dawn's arch Hails re-risen again ...
I came too late to the hills: they were swept bare Winters before I was born of song and story, ...
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