An Exile (Clinton Scollard Poems)
I can remember the plaint of the wind on the moor, Crying at dawning, and crying at shut of ...
I can remember the plaint of the wind on the moor, Crying at dawning, and crying at shut of ...
Along the ocean's shingly edge, Athwart the turquoise sweep of sky, The wild geese in a winged wedge ...
I know a lad in Leitrim, I know a lad, said she, "I know a lad in Leitrim would give ...
Oh, the little creek Coonana, How clear it runs and cold Where "Conn of the hundred battles" Fought ...
I dream of the ancient wonders, of the isle of Hy Brasail That rides through the mists of Mayo, then ...
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 ...
At Killybegs above the crags The gray gulls pipe with voices thinned, And all the green trees are like ...
They crowned Tyrconnell On the rock of Doon; "Hail! hail!" they said, To that anointed head, The henchman all; ...
Night-long I heard the poignant undertone, The interminable sobbing of the sea; And now that morn breaks dim ...
Where the wild sea-mew flocks and flees, And neither winds nor skies beguile, Foam-set amid the Irish seas ...
Dusk, like a moth of violet wing, descends Upon the beryl bosom of the sea, And in the ...
'Twixt Derry and Kerry there's many a mile; They 've right men in Derry, no doubt; But give me ...
I woke in the black watches of the night And heard the low intoning of the main, A ...
Why dost thou hail with songful lips no more The glorious sunrise?-Why is Memnon mute, Whose voice was tuned as ...
Oh, I am just a rover Among the roving men Who loves to watch the sunlight Upon the ...
The breakers dash, the breakers boom, Upon the beaches ceaselessly; Beyond the line of flying spume Stretch weltering ...
Over the sea-rim peered the pallid moon Out of a woven shroud Of twilight purple, while their mighty tune ...
Blue weather, blue weather abroad on the moors, And the cry of the wind that elates and allures; Sing ...
If thou wouldst win the rhythmic heart of things, Go sit in solitude beside the shore, Giving thine ...
There's a Kerry lad a-wandering across the dipping sea, A Kerry lad a-wandering the foam, And oh, the swelling ...
The gray winds call o'er Carrowmore, Call in the white of the dawn, And the grasses sigh o'er Carrowmore ...
The new moon marked the twilight hour, A night-jar quavered eerily, And swallows circled round the tower-- Saint ...
Out of Ulster came O'Donnell, Black O'Donnell and his crew,-- Kelly, More, Mac Carthy, Connell, Joined the cry--"O'Donnell ...
I have dreams of the outer islands, Firths and forths of the Far-Away; I have dreams of the heathery ...
I crept up Benbulbin a-hunting the boar; Mist swooped on the heather, mist swept down the shore, And all of ...
The world is locked in sleep with perfect night. Gazing from out my window I behold The moon, a burnished ...
A cool wind took me by the hand And led me on beguilingly, Until before me, broad and bland, ...
Oh, it's gray rain in the valleys, White rain where the moorland lies, And in from the bleak sea-borders ...
Over me lifts the peat-reek That parts and drifts and veers, And the wind's uneasy moaning Is loud ...
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