The Grief Of A Girl’s Heart (Lady Augusta Gregory Poems)
O Donall og, if you go across the sea, bring myself with you and donot forget it; and you will have ...
O Donall og, if you go across the sea, bring myself with you and donot forget it; and you will have ...
NATURE and he went ever hand in hand Across the hills and down the lonely lane; They captured starry shells upon the ...
Say a mass for my soul's repose, my brother, Say a mass for my soul's repose, I need it, Lovingly lived we, ...
Fairy Spring, in kirtle green,Stealing through the woods, is seenGliding o'er the freshening meadowBright with sunshine, dim with shadow,Smiling on ...
Oh, the world is all too rude for thee, with much ado and care;Oh, this world is but a rude ...
(To Caroline August Hopper)I will arise and go hence to the west, And dig me a grave where the hill-winds ...
Part the FirstKing Arthur lives in merry Carleile,And seemely is to see;And there with him Queene Guenever,That bride soe bright ...
The First Part.In Ireland, ferr over the sea,There dwelleth a bonnye kinge;And with him a yong and comlye knighte,Men call ...
Svend Vonved sits in his lonely bower;He strikes his harp with a hand of power;His harp return'd a responsive din;Then ...
INever and never, my girl riding far and nearIn the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,Fear or believe ...
Truly, they're stupid, these village churchesWhere fifteen ugly chicks soiling the pillarsListen, trilling out their divine responses,To a black freak ...
Old stories tell how HerculesA dragon slew at Lerna,With seven heads, and fourteen eyes,To see and well discern-a:But he had ...
THERE is a sheeling hidden in the wood Unknown to all save God; An ancient ash-tree and a hazel-bush Their ...
All on a golden morning the beggar maid did go To gather branch and berry, the hazel-nut and sloe. And ...
Low by the reedy sea went ancient Ops,Tracking for crownless Saturn: quietlyFrom her gray hair waned off the sober light,For ...
It is late last night the dog was speaking of you;the snipe was speaking of you in her deep marsh.It ...
The sloe was lost in flower, The April elm was dim;That was the lover's hour, The hour for lies and ...
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
FROM the white-blossom'd sloe my dear Chloris requested A sprig, her fair breast to adorn: No, by Heavens! I exclaim'd, ...
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