The Ride Of Rody Burke (Alice Guerin Crist Poems)
The heat haze veiled the distant hills, the white clouds floated high,Drifting in slow content across the blue Australian sky;And ...
The heat haze veiled the distant hills, the white clouds floated high,Drifting in slow content across the blue Australian sky;And ...
Oh my heart beat high with joy elate,When Danny rode in the Hunters' PlateOn Enniskillen, the raking grey-A mighty jumper, ...
Gay balloons and coloured streamers,Gliding figures, footsteps light,Flannelled youths and short-frocked maidensJazzing gaily through the night.Music quaint and queer and ...
A night of storm and wind and rain,Tall trees bowing beneath the blastThat shakes and rattles the window-pane,And a thunderous ...
IThe double-blossomed peach-trees with rosy bloom were gayWhen grandpa rode beneath them upon his courting way,From the white gate to ...
Her hair was dark and curly, floatin' to the saddle bow,Her laugh was frank and girlish, and her voice was ...
The harvest moon was shinin'As Murtagh came from the fair,And Oh! The scent of the new-mown hayAnd the gorsebloom in ...
The sun is setting behind the range,his golden rays pour downOn a little figure, childish, strange,Bending over a volume worn,Whose ...
The sun is setting behind the range,His golden rays pour downOn a little figure, childish and strange,Bending over a volume ...
The morn is sweet and radiant with blue sky over all,There's a flame of Oleanders over the adobe wall,And the ...
We planned a glorious voyage, my Captain bold and I,To sail in bliss on summer seas while halcyon days went ...
Last night, when I was listenin'Alone, to wind and rain,He took the chair beside me,Himself - come home again.His kind ...
Golden and white in the garden walk,Chrysanthemums gather their bravest show,'Mid withered blossom and wilted stalkWhere never a rosebud dares ...
November days in Ireland The skies are dull and grey,But Oh! The clear strong flame of love, That burns by ...
We found one evening, in the scrub,a road the timber-getters made,a winding, dim, mysterious track,and we raced down it, half ...
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