The Rose O’ Kirtle. A Ballad (Hector MacNeill Poems)
In Roslin's bowers bloom fragrant flowers,On Yarrow's banks they're mony;Whar Kirtle flows ance stately roseThe sweetest flower o' ony!I've travelled ...
In Roslin's bowers bloom fragrant flowers,On Yarrow's banks they're mony;Whar Kirtle flows ance stately roseThe sweetest flower o' ony!I've travelled ...
See who comes over the red-blossomed heather,Their green banners kissing the pure mountain air,Heads erect, eyes to front, stepping proudly ...
Of all the rivers in the land,Thee most I love, fair Trent,For in thy stream and by thy banksMy happiest ...
SONS of Shannon, Tamar, Trent,Men of the Lothians, Men of Kent,Essex, Wessex, shore and shire,Mates of the net, the mine, ...
Thy memory, green Erin, haunteth me Since first I stood upon Killarney's shore, Or saw from Limerick's spires the Shannon pourIts turbid ...
HIS boat comes on the sunny tide,And briskly moves the flashing oar,The boatmen carol by his side,And blythely near the ...
"TO-NIGHT," you said, "to-night, all Ireland roundThe curlews call." The dinner-talk went on,And I knew what you heard and what ...
May 28th, 1879Joy to Ierne, joy,This day a deathless crown is won,Her child of song, her glorious son,Her minstrel boyAttains ...
The nations are all calling To and fro, from strand to strand;Uniting in one army The slaves of ...
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of freshstreams,When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of ...
Oh! bright are the names of the chieftains and sages,That shine like the stars through the darkness of ages,Whose deeds ...
IStrike not thy dog with a stick!I did it yesterday:Not to undo though I gainedThe Paradise: heavy it rainedOn Kobold's ...
There is a vale in the Flemish land, A vale once fair to see,Where under the sweep of the ...
(The Beggar's Address to His Bag) GOOD neighbors, dear, be cautious, And covet no man's pounds or pence. Ambition's greedy ...
Creggan GraveyardIn Creggan graveyard I slept last night in despairWith the rising of the morning a woman came to me ...
"SHOULD any enquire about Eirinn, It is I who can tell him the truth, Concerning the deeds of each daring ...
I wish I were over the Curlew Mountains, Marching to Sligo by valley and fen; I wish I were back ...
I dreamed a dream, mavourneen, I dreamed a dream yestreen, That I was King in Kerry, and you were Galway's ...
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Two men came out of Shannon's, having known The faces of each other for so long As they had listened ...
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