The Foolish Old Man (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
A miller's daughter, as I heard tell- Sing heigh! but the maid was merry- Was loved by her father's man ...
A miller's daughter, as I heard tell- Sing heigh! but the maid was merry- Was loved by her father's man ...
It will be all the same in a thousand years. And in a thousand years It will be all the ...
When I was a young lad of happy sixteen There came to my window the Cushla-mo chree, And the song ...
Thrice turned she in her narrow bed, His tears disturbed her rest; She kissed the little babe that lay So ...
On the lone height of some untrodden hill The shadowy mother goes, Calling, calling; Grief hath her eyes, her cheek ...
A Prayer in Time of War Whence comes the rain that ceaselessly doth fall, And seems to hold the bitter ...
I found a dark enchanted lake, That lay within a lonely glade; I stood a moment, held entranced, Hid 'neath ...
It was the Christmas of the year; The wind blew chill, the night was drear; And round the strong walls ...
Before her mirror in a pouting mood, Afraid to weep lest anger should revoke The picture there, she did impatient ...
Thrice in the night the priest arose From broken sleep to kneel and pray. "Hush, poor ghost, till the red ...
A spirit speeding down on All Souls' Eve From the wide gates of that mysterious shore Where sleep the dead, ...
I hear the thrush and blackbird sing, And blackbird sing. Their honied voices wake the sleeping spring, The slothful spring, ...
The wind knocks at the window, And my heart is full of fear, For I know when it is calling ...
I drew her out of the wave High up on the windy shore. Oh, never a fish I caught So ...
Is it some shade from Paradise, Shut down beneath the clouding skies, This wandering voice that ever cries In its ...
Wrapt in the darkness of the night, Gathering in silence on the shore, Wild geese flown from hiding on the ...
One morning, when dreaming in deep meditation, I met a sweet colleen a-making her moan. With sighing and sobbing she ...
This Consul Casement-he who heard the cry Of stricken people-and who in his fight To lift the torture load from ...
As I between the dusk and dark Walked down by Hampton Towers, I strayed upon the haunted path In the ...
She saw on the far bank a golden apple, A glowing apple, poor little Eve, Between ran the river so ...
My fair-haired boy is sore bewitched, He goes all full of grieving; The web of gloom upon his brow Is ...
O MOTHER, mother, I swept the hearth, I set his chair and the white board spread, I prayed for his ...
They say it is the wind in midnight skies Loud shrieking past the window, that doth make Each casement shudder ...
In the grey and dusty morn, Dreaming Jane arose, And from silent room to room With her duster goes. Slipping ...
Now God between us and all harm, For I to-night have seen A banshee in the shadow pass Along the ...
Why, Love! I thought you were gay and fair, Merry of mien and debonair. What then means this brow so ...
Gormlaith, wife of Niall Glundu, Happy was your dream that night, Dreamt you woke in sudden fright, Niall of Ulster ...
Sitting alone in my room, Alone in the gathering gloom, Solitude in the rest of the tomb. While the drip, ...
Last night a hand pushed on the door And tirled at the pin. I turned my face unto the wall, ...
Behold! a new white world! The falling snow Has cloaked the last old year And bid him go. To-morrow! cries ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories