The Celt’s Paradise. Second Duan (John Banim Poems)
I went and came. The wild--wood tree,Again spread out my canopy.I could not sleep. I sat in griefAnd listened to ...
I went and came. The wild--wood tree,Again spread out my canopy.I could not sleep. I sat in griefAnd listened to ...
ON Gask's deserted ancient hallWas twilight closing fast,And, in its dismal shadows, allSeem'd lofty, void, and vast.All sounds of life, ...
ISo we had come at last, my soul and I, Into that land of shadowy plain and peak, On which the dawn ...
Alas! alas! this wasted NightWith all its Jasmin-scented air,Its thousand stars, serenely bright!I lie alone, and long for you,Long for ...
There's a wind that blows out of the South in the drought, And we pray for the touch of his breathWhen ...
Only a night from old to new!Only a night, and so much wrought!The Old Year's heart all weary grew,But said: ...
Not to an angel but a friendHe turned at the day's bitter end.It was so comforting to feelSome one was ...
The sun was hot on the tamarind trees, Their shadows shrivelled and shrank.No coolness came on the off-shore breeze That rattled the ...
Seven gold reeds grew tall and slim,Close by the river's beaded brim.Syrinx, the naiad, flitted past;Pan, the goat-hoofed, followed fast.Oh, ...
As those who eat a Luscious Fruit, sunbaked, Full of sweet juice, with zest, until they findIt finished, and their appetite ...
A SCOTS PASTORAL INSCRIBED TO JOHN WILKES, ESQ. Nos patriam fugimus.--VIRGIL.When Cupid first instructs his darts to flyFrom the sly ...
At Cleversulzbach in the Underland A hundred and thirteen years did I stand Up on the tower in wind and ...
Where shall I lead the flocks to-day?Is there no Horeb for me beyond this desert?Is there no rod with which ...
I. A DREAMAt nine years a sickly boy lay downAt bedtime on a cot by mother's bedAnd as the two ...
Come you living or dead to me, out of the silt of the Past,With the sweet of the piteous first, ...
Deep desire, that pierces heart and spirit to the root,Finds reluctant voice in verse that yearns like soaring fire,Takes exultant ...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
Only a night from old to new! Only a night, and so much wrought! The Old Year's heart all weary ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
For this you've striven Daring, to fail: Your sky is riven Like a tearing veil. For this, you've wasted Wings ...
Deep desire, that pierces heart and spirit to the root, Finds reluctant voice in verse that yearns like soaring fire, ...
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