The Harp of Cnoc I’Chosgair (Gofraidh Fion O Dalaigh Poems)
Harp of Cnoc I'Chosgair, you who bring sleepto eyes long sleepless;sweet subtle, plangent, glad, cooling grave.Excellent instrument with smooth gentle ...
Harp of Cnoc I'Chosgair, you who bring sleepto eyes long sleepless;sweet subtle, plangent, glad, cooling grave.Excellent instrument with smooth gentle ...
Con Son's streams babbleAs music from a stringed instrument.Con Son embraces the mossy boulders exposed to the sun,Sitting on these ...
To drift with every peacock till my souvenirIs a stringed lyre on which all wiseacres can play,Is it for this ...
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which all winds can play,Is it for this ...
Who can contain his joy, say, on seeing the lotus-like lovely face of Nanda's darling child when he awakes?His beauty ...
In which calm home of happy life and loveLigged our Lord Buddha, knowing not of woe,Nor want, nor pain, nor ...
The idle winds at dawn that strayedThro' wavy depths of joyous shade,The early chirp of breeze-swung boughs,The carol of the ...
When falls the soldier brave, Dead at the feet of wrong,The poet sings and guards his grave With sentinels of ...
Whilom ago, in lowly life,Young Eva lived and smiled,A fair-haired girl, of wondrous truth,And blameless from a child.Gentle she was, ...
When once the twilight locks no longerLocked in the long worm of my fingerNor damned the sea that sped about ...
Harp of Cnoc I'Chosgair, you who bring sleepto eyes long sleepless;sweet subtle, plangent, glad, cooling grave.Excellent instrument with smooth gentle ...
When the fire sinks in the grate, and night has bentClose wings about the room, and winter standsHard-eyed before the ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne From year to year until I saw thy face, And sorrow after sorrow ...
A certain poet in outlandish clothes Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane, Talked1 of his country and its people, ...
To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play, Is it ...
When once the twilight locks no longer Locked in the long worm of my finger Nor damned the sea that ...
I It was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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