The Clan of MacCaura (Denis Florence MacCarthy Poems)
Oh! bright are the names of the chieftains and sages,That shine like the stars through the darkness of ages,Whose deeds ...
Oh! bright are the names of the chieftains and sages,That shine like the stars through the darkness of ages,Whose deeds ...
My heart awakened to life in your valleys, Your waves played around me. And all of the fair ...
When Jacob and Rachel met for the first time,He bowed to her like a humble wayfarer. The herds were raising ...
Comes the lure of green things growing,Comes the call of waters flowing -And the wayfarer desireMoves and wakes and would ...
Up, heart of mine,Thou wayfarer of Earth!Of seed divine,Be mindful of thy birth.Though the flesh faintThrough long-endured constraintOf nights and ...
IIn the wood of lost causes, the valley of tears,Old hopes, like dead leaves, choke the difficult way;Dark pinions fold ...
June is here, the month of roses, month of brides and month of bees,Weaving garlands for our lassies, whispering love ...
What of her glass without her? The blank greyThere where the pool is blind of the moon's face.Her dress without ...
A STREAMLET is a bright and beauteous creature In some wide desert, where it keeps apart ...
Thou art the Way.Hadst Thou been nothing but the goal,I cannot sayIf Thou hadst ever met my soul.I cannot see ...
I am a spark, Which always goes out, For it needs another spark. What is your name, bystander? What is ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light ...
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles ...
Himself it was who wrote His rank, and quartered his own coat. There is no king nor sovereign state That ...
Tufts, follicles, grubstake biennial rosettes, a low- life beach-blond scruff of couch grass: notwithstanding the interglinting dregs of wholesale upheaval ...
The wayfarer, Perceiving the pathway to truth, Was struck with astonishment. It was thickly grown with weeds. "Ha," he said, ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
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