The Me Within Thee Blind! (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
I At the convent doors, full of alarm She stood, like a young bird quitting its nest. Her first flight ...
I At the convent doors, full of alarm She stood, like a young bird quitting its nest. Her first flight ...
It was the Black Earl Roderick Who rode towards the south; The frown was heavy on his brow, The sneer ...
A TRUE STORYI I am a man who hath known trouble, O'Ruarc of the Lake. On my life's glass joy ...
A LEGEND OF GLENDALOUGH It was the bride of Colman Dhu In Glendalough sat down, She hushed the babe upon ...
Young Dermod stood by his mother's side,And he spake right stern and cold;"Now, why do you weep and wail," he ...
You were very fair to meet once, Marie, With your eyes like some blue hiding flower, Now where the sun ...
A beggar sat by the King's highway, O, but the road was long! His hair was black and his beard ...
The Dean of Santiago on his mule Rode quick the Guadalquivir banks along, He had no eye the veiling eve ...
White feet half hid in violets, small hands in a burden fair, A burden of Spring's first blossoms she wove ...
God bless the work, said young Kathleen, She bent her golden head, And in her cheek that was so pale ...
God made the man and bid him multiply, Replenish the green earth, nor break the die Made by His hand; ...
Golden-throated, hath God sent thee for our comfort in the city? Sweet, sweet! singing, singing all the day. I said ...
Who was stealing the Baron's wine, Golden sherry and port so old, Precious, I wot, as drops of gold? Lone ...
A Ballad Father John in the green lane went And he drew his robe full tight, "I would," quoth he, ...
All on a golden morning the beggar maid did go To gather branch and berry, the hazel-nut and sloe. And ...
What ails you that you look so pale, O fisher of the sea? "'Tis for a mournful tale I own, ...
I drew her out of the wave High up on the windy shore. Oh, never a fish I caught So ...
This Consul Casement-he who heard the cry Of stricken people-and who in his fight To lift the torture load from ...
My darling laughed in the dawning, And the birds perched low to hear. The quick sprung anew from dead ashes ...
She saw on the far bank a golden apple, A glowing apple, poor little Eve, Between ran the river so ...
Why, Love! I thought you were gay and fair, Merry of mien and debonair. What then means this brow so ...
This is the son of the white morning singing, Combing her silken hair's simmer of gold, All of her slenderness ...
Why in my neighbour's garden Are the flowers more sweet than mine? I had never such bloom of roses, Such ...
When first you came to London Town, Donneen, Just five years old, I said-"He'll ask for marble halls, and streets ...
Bring to me white roses, roses, pinks, and lavender, Sweet stock and gillyflowers, poppies mauve and red, Bee-flowers and mignonette, ...
Well, love, so be it as you say, Just the hours of a summer's day, And no sighing for what ...
Weep no more, heart of my heart, no more! The night has passed and the dawn is here, The cuckoo ...
Deep in the wood's recesses coolI see the fairy dancers glide,In cloth of gold, in gown of green,My lord and ...
'Twas the dream of a God,And the mould of His hand,That you shook 'neath His stroke,That you trembled and brokeTo ...
Who has room for a friend Who has money to spend, And a goblet of gold For your fingers to ...
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