The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 – The Buried City (Denis Florence MacCarthy Poems)
Beside that giant stream that foams and swellsBetwixt Hy-Conaill and Moyarta's shore,And guards the isle where good Senanus dwells,A gentle ...
Beside that giant stream that foams and swellsBetwixt Hy-Conaill and Moyarta's shore,And guards the isle where good Senanus dwells,A gentle ...
May 28th, 1879Joy to Ierne, joy,This day a deathless crown is won,Her child of song, her glorious son,Her minstrel boyAttains ...
August 6th , 1875.Harp of my native landThat lived anew 'neath Carolan's master hand;Harp on whose electric chords,The minstrel Moore's ...
Ah! the pleasant time hath vanished, ere our wretched doubtingsbanished,All the graceful spirit-people, children of the earth and sea,Whom in ...
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of freshstreams,When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of ...
In that land where the heaven-tinted pencil giveth shape to thesplendour of dreams,Near Florence, the fairest of cities, and Arno, ...
At length the long-expected morning came,When from the opening arms of that wild bay,Beneath the hill that bears my humble ...
Hearing how blessed Enda lived apart,Amid the sacred caves of Ara-mhor,And how beneath his eye, spread like a chart,Lay all ...
O Ita, mother of my heart and mind--My nourisher, my fosterer, my friend,Who taught me first to God's great will ...
The dream is over,The vision has flown;Dead leaves are lyingWhere roses have blown;Wither'd and strownAre the hopes I cherished,—All hath ...
Bless the dear old verdant land,Brother, wert thou born of it?As thy shadow life doth stand,Twining round its rosy band,Did ...
A bright beam came to my window frame,This sweet May morn,And it said to the cold, hard glass:Oh! let me ...
Ethna, to cull sweet flowers divinely fair,To seek for gems of such transparent lightAs would not be unworthy to uniteRound ...
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