When Old Man Carey Died (John O Brien Poems)
A night of wind and driving rain, No light on land or sky-The sharp squalls shook the window-pane And scurried loudly by,When ...
A night of wind and driving rain, No light on land or sky-The sharp squalls shook the window-pane And scurried loudly by,When ...
I know the Clyde in its summer prideAnd eke in its winter gloom;I know what it is to carry good ...
Sweet solitude, what joy to be alone-- In wild, wood-shady dell to stay for hours.Twould soften hearts if they were hard ...
Boys, are ye calling a toast to-night?(Hear what the sea-wind saith)Fill for a bumper strong and bright,And here's to Admiral ...
O you, my Mother, my Native Land,Why is your cry so sad and heart-rending!And you, O Raven, accursed bird,On whose ...
They see you as they see you,A poor farmer with no name,Ploughing cloudward, sowing the windWith squalls of gulls at ...
Northeast trade winds bore us south,Southeast drew us on;We met the ships from every portFor Good Hope or the Horn.Seas ...
DISPOSED to wed, e'en while you hasten, stay;There's great advantage in a small delay:Thus Ovid sang, and much the wise ...
Neaw lads where ar yo beawn so fast,Yo happun ha no yerd whot's past;Au gettun wed sin au'r here last, ...
AriaThe tiresome winter now is goneThe day so short, the night so longAt gentle paceDo change their face,Now must dark ...
When the Cambridge flower-show ended, And the flowers and guests were gone, And the evening shades descended, Roamed ...
Johnnie Parrot, Johnnie Parrot, I'll not hear againThat old voice of yours a-ringin' down the windy rain,When the ocean morning's ...
Dear, damn'd distracting town, farewell!Thy fools no more I'll tease:This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,Ye harlots, sleep at ease!Soft ...
The sea, is right enough, I say,When squalls blow o'er and things are still,Wind, wind enough the sails to fill,And ...
Seven men from all the world, back to Docks again, Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain: Give ...
It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
LOUD and low in the chimney The squalls suspire; Then like an answer dwindles And glows the fire, And the ...
Mondays, way before dawn, before even the first hint of blue in the windows, we'd hear it start, off the ...
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