Earl Roderick’s Bride (Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems)
It was the Black Earl Roderick Who rode towards the south; The frown was heavy on his brow, The sneer ...
It was the Black Earl Roderick Who rode towards the south; The frown was heavy on his brow, The sneer ...
Withered with years and broken by Time's play I still do live, who only seek to lay My harp aside ...
Somehow I never liked you, John, your ways were crude Your smile was pharisaical, your manners rude; Although you prospered ...
A beggar sat by the King's highway, O, but the road was long! His hair was black and his beard ...
A BALLAD OF SORROW "Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! arise and let me in; Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! will you awake?" ...
Woe to the House of Breffni, and to Red O'Ruark woe! Woe to us all in Erinn for the shame ...
In the springtime once I wandered 'mid fair flowers of golden hue; Wonder-eyed I gazed around me in those fields ...
White feet half hid in violets, small hands in a burden fair, A burden of Spring's first blossoms she wove ...
Lone did I go within the ancient place, With hush?d voice, and slow and reverent tread; While on the walls ...
O the chatter, chatter, chatter, Of the things that do not matter. Little wordy things that clatter, Restless feet that ...
When I was a young lad of happy sixteen There came to my window the Cushla-mo chree, And the song ...
See, there he goes, a-pulling his long beard; With frowning brow, and far and absent gaze, On his bowed head ...
All on a golden morning the beggar maid did go To gather branch and berry, the hazel-nut and sloe. And ...
Kine, kine, in the meadows, why do you low so piteously? High is the grass to your knees and wet ...
I wish I were over the Curlew Mountains, Marching to Sligo by valley and fen; I wish I were back ...
Mountains and vales, how ye quake 'neath His tread- Wake from your slumbers, He calls, O ye dead! Tremble, great ...
One morning, when dreaming in deep meditation, I met a sweet colleen a-making her moan. With sighing and sobbing she ...
I saw her many years ago, my gladness and my grief. She stood amongst the barley fields to bind the ...
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 ...
Ho! said the child, "how fine the horses go, With nodding plumes, with measured step and slow Who rides within ...
Halt, who goes there? "'Tis for the new-born king, In long processions see what gifts we bring. Here cometh Care ...
In the grey and dusty morn, Dreaming Jane arose, And from silent room to room With her duster goes. Slipping ...
I saw an Eastern God to-day; My comrades laughed; lest I betray My secret thoughts, I mocked him too. His ...
Gormlaith, wife of Niall Glundu, Happy was your dream that night, Dreamt you woke in sudden fright, Niall of Ulster ...
This is the son of the white morning singing, Combing her silken hair's simmer of gold, All of her slenderness ...
Well, love, so be it as you say, Just the hours of a summer's day, And no sighing for what ...
Wirastrua, wirastrua, woe to me that you are dead! The corpse has spoken from out his bed. "Yesternight my burning ...
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