The Inn Of The Five Chimneys (Clinton Scollard Poems)
It had five chimneys, had that Inn, (As every man has senses five, The while upon earth he bides alive) ...
It had five chimneys, had that Inn, (As every man has senses five, The while upon earth he bides alive) ...
THEY rode from the camp at morn With clash of sword and spur. The birds were loud in the ...
I dreamed a dream, mavourneen, I dreamed a dream yestreen, That I was King in Kerry, and you were Galway's ...
Oh, the wind from the desert blew in! — KhamsinThe wind from the desert blew in! It blew from the ...
As I came down from Lebanon, Came winding, wandering slowly down Through mountain passes bleak and brown, The cloudless day ...
Abbeydorney, Abbeydorney, Long ago thy race was run, Prone thou art 'mid thickets thorny, Shrine of Kyrie Eleison! ...
Say, O wander-lover, say,What is May in Umbria?Days that never dim nor darkle;Nights that spangle, nights that sparkle;Dawns that flame ...
Above the shouting of the gale, The whipping sheet, the dashing spray, I heard, with notes ...
I I heard the bells of Sligo say The tranquil requiem of day. I saw the fires of sunset burn ...
What is that shimmering line of white Gliding under the stark midnight-- Gliding--gliding--gliding--gliding-- Where the river gleams when the ...
I We heard the breakers clash and boom; We saw them plunge and writhe and rise, And toss great ...
By the "Church of the Name" lies Desmond, The body of Desmond lies, And the wind of the east ...
My love has kissed me on the lips an' sailed beyond the sea, An', sooth, that was a sorry day ...
Still on the sand and shingle gleams the sun; Still an unclouded heaven arches o'er; And still the languid ...
Night-long I heard the poignant undertone, The interminable sobbing of the sea; And now that morn breaks dim ...
I woke in the black watches of the night And heard the low intoning of the main, A ...
Out of Ulster came O'Donnell, Black O'Donnell and his crew,-- Kelly, More, Mac Carthy, Connell, Joined the cry--"O'Donnell ...
The world is locked in sleep with perfect night. Gazing from out my window I behold The moon, a burnished ...
There's a garden that slopes to the south and the sun, A garden in Kerry I know, Where the ...
At noon of night the goddess, silver-stoled, Came with light foot across the moonlit land, And breezes soft as blow ...
I shan't tell you what's his name:When we want to play a game,Always thinks that he'll be hurt,Soil his jacket ...
Sylvia's hair is like the night,Touched with glancing starry beams;Such a face as drifts thro' dreams,This is Sylvia to the ...
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