O’Connell (Denis Florence MacCarthy Poems)
August 6th , 1875.Harp of my native landThat lived anew 'neath Carolan's master hand;Harp on whose electric chords,The minstrel Moore's ...
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 ...
Hearing how blessed Enda lived apart,Amid the sacred caves of Ara-mhor,And how beneath his eye, spread like a chart,Lay all ...
It was the fairest and the sweetest scene--The freshest, sunniest, smiling land that e'erHeld o'er the waves its arms of ...
O Ita, mother of my heart and mind--My nourisher, my fosterer, my friend,Who taught me first to God's great will ...
Down unto the ocean,Trembling with emotion,Panting at the notion,See the rivers run—In the golden weather,Tripping o'er the heather,Laughing all together—Madcaps ...
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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