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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Where foams the white torrent, and rushes the rill,Down the murmuring slopes of the echoing hill—Where the eagle looks out ...
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 ...
Bless the dear old verdant land,Brother, wert thou born of it?As thy shadow life doth stand,Twining round its rosy band,Did ...
In the soft sunny regions that circle the waistOf the globe with a girdle of topaz and gold,Which heave with ...
A bright beam came to my window frame,This sweet May morn,And it said to the cold, hard glass:Oh! let me ...
The day of wintry wrath is o'er,The whirlwind and the storm have pass'd,The whiten'd ashes of the snowEnwrap the ruined ...
Let us seek the modest May,She is down in the glen,Hiding and abidingFrom the common gaze of men,Where the silver ...
Welcome, May! welcome, May!Thou hast been too long away,All the widow'd wintry hoursWept for thee, gentle May;But the fault was ...
Oh! the orator's voice is a mighty power,As it echoes from shore to shore,And the fearless pen has more sway ...
In deep dejection, but with affection,I often think of those pleasant times,In the days of Fraser, ere I touched a ...
(Dedication of Calderon's "Chrysanthus and Daria.")Pensive within the Coliseum's wallsI stood with thee, O Poet of the West!—The day when ...
With that pleasant smile thou wearest,Thou art gazing on the fairest Wonders of the earth and sea:Do thou not, in ...
(On being presented by him with a copy, painted by himself, of a rarePortrait of Calderon.)How can I thank thee ...
Those Shandon bells, those Shandon bells!Whose deep, sad tone now sobs, now swells—Who comes to seek this hallowed ground,And sleep ...
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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