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 ...
Withered with years and broken by Time's play I still do live, who only seek to lay My harp aside ...
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 ...
Woe to the House of Breffni, and to Red O'Ruark woe! Woe to us all in Erinn for the shame ...
This is an evil night to go, my sister, To the thorn-tree across the fairy rath, Will you not wait ...
This is the scene of a man's despair, and a soul's release From the difficult traits of the flesh; so, ...
It dawned a morn to make a heart despair, East was the wind and chill the April air. No beast ...
Lone did I go within the ancient place, With hush?d voice, and slow and reverent tread; While on the walls ...
There are six sorrows in my heart- Red Allen, Clare, and Joan, Sweet Bet, and Jock, and little Roy; Six ...
With a knock upon the window comes the young volunteer, 'Tis his step upon the threshold; "what is it brings ...
And so goodbye, my love, my dear, and so goodbye, E'en thus from my sad heart go hence, depart; I ...
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 ...
I found a dark enchanted lake, That lay within a lonely glade; I stood a moment, held entranced, Hid 'neath ...
Thrice in the night the priest arose From broken sleep to kneel and pray. "Hush, poor ghost, till the red ...
The good Lord gave, the Lord has taken from me, Blessed be His name, His holy will be done The ...
I hear the thrush and blackbird sing, And blackbird sing. Their honied voices wake the sleeping spring, The slothful spring, ...
In a field by CahirconlishI stood on sleeping grass,No cry I made to HeavenFrom my dumb lips would pass.Three days, ...
I would I had a thousand tongues To sing thy praise, to sing thy praise, I'd teach the birds on ...
One morning, when dreaming in deep meditation, I met a sweet colleen a-making her moan. With sighing and sobbing she ...
Listen to the tramping! Oh, God of pity, listen! Can we kneel at prayer, sleep all unmolested, While the echo ...
My darling laughed in the dawning, And the birds perched low to hear. The quick sprung anew from dead ashes ...
Give me the heavy sleep, the dreamless slumber Nor shrouded grief nor sorrow will encumber. Let me but sleep as ...
All day and every day, Upon a hawthorn spray, Early and late, A redbreast robin sings, And flirts his nut-brown ...
Blossomed too soon, little daisies of Spring! Leaving the sheltering arms of the earth, The white tears of Winter unshed ...
WHAT is balm for a soul distressed, O! sailor tell to me?"A good ship in a fighting wind glad of ...
He on his man-child laid a soothing hand, And hushed him into slumber, singing, "Sleep! For thee the world was ...
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