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 ...
August 6th , 1875.Harp of my native landThat lived anew 'neath Carolan's master hand;Harp on whose electric chords,The minstrel Moore's ...
In the furnace the dry branches crackle, the crucible shines as withgold,As they carry the hot flaming metal in haste ...
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of freshstreams,When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of ...
Oh! bright are the names of the chieftains and sages,That shine like the stars through the darkness of ages,Whose deeds ...
In that land where the heaven-tinted pencil giveth shape to thesplendour of dreams,Near Florence, the fairest of cities, and Arno, ...
As on this world the young man turns his eyes,When forced to try the dark sea of the grave,Thus did ...
It was the fairest and the sweetest scene--The freshest, sunniest, smiling land that e'erHeld o'er the waves its arms of ...
At length the long-expected morning came,When from the opening arms of that wild bay,Beneath the hill that bears my humble ...
O Ita, mother of my heart and mind--My nourisher, my fosterer, my friend,Who taught me first to God's great will ...
In the soft sunny regions that circle the waistOf the globe with a girdle of topaz and gold,Which heave with ...
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