Bruadar And Smith And Glinn (Douglas Hyde Poems)
BRUADAR and Smith and Glinn, Amen, dear God, I pray, May they lie low in waves of woe, ...
BRUADAR and Smith and Glinn, Amen, dear God, I pray, May they lie low in waves of woe, ...
August 13: 1704 Oft hast thou acted thy part, My country, worthily thee! Lifted ...
MY aged head now stoops its honours low, Bow'd with the load of fifty winters' snow; And for the raven's ...
FROM St. Peter's tower the bell had toll'd,For the Carmelite Monks to pray,And the holy priest by the altar kneel'dOn ...
O pertest, most self-satisfied Of aught that breathes or moves, ...
Fair dreamer with the brand of fire,A little respite grant, I pray,Before you toss me on the pyreTo burn my ...
I was one so deeply drowned,That when the drag my body found,Twas void of motion, void of breath,And to sensation ...
The sun rode high in a cloudless skyOf a perfect summer morn.She stood and gazed out into the street,And wondered ...
Here the tides flow,And here they ebb;Not with that dull, unsinewed tread of watersHeld under bonds to moveAround unpeopled shores-Moon-driven ...
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
I've' felt some little thrills of pride, I've inwardly rejoicedAlong the pleasant lanes of life to hear my praises voiced;No ...
'MY life is done, yet all remains,The breath has gone, the image not,The furious shapes once forged in heatLive on ...
The world of the elder gods is aflame. The smoke of its burning, Heavy with fumes of carnage, darkens the ...
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
ALL is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our ...
Changed, transformed forevermore, a new creation like the butterfly out of its cocoon its wings stiffening new blood through the ...
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
What I was doing with my white teeth exposed like that on the side of the road I don't know, ...
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