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 ...
A TRUE STORYI I am a man who hath known trouble, O'Ruarc of the Lake. On my life's glass joy ...
Woe to the House of Breffni, and to Red O'Ruark woe! Woe to us all in Erinn for the shame ...
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 ...
This is an evil night to go, my sister, To the thorn-tree across the fairy rath, Will you not wait ...
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 ...
A Ballad Father John in the green lane went And he drew his robe full tight, "I would," quoth he, ...
On the lone height of some untrodden hill The shadowy mother goes, Calling, calling; Grief hath her eyes, her cheek ...
O to be a woman! to be left to pique and pine,When the winds are out and calling to this ...
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 ...
O Lady Aideen, will you wed with me, wed with me in the early morning? A silken gown for your ...
Here, in the silent churchyard, 'mid a thousand dead, alone, Weary I sit for a moment clasping this cross of ...
Upon the shore young Una lies, A smile upon her mouth; Soft breezes kiss her heavy hair, Slow blowing from ...
I am the song, that rests upon the cloud; I am the sun I am the dawn, the day, the ...
How restless are the dead whose silent feet will stray In to our lone retreat or solitary way; Within the ...
Wild geese are very numerous in this district, especially around Lough Esknahinny. -Cork Examiner, December , . I walked by ...
'Every dog has his day.' Well, dear, do you remember, How you and I found a golden day In the ...
I want to talk to thee of many thingsOr sit in silence when the robin singsHis littl' song, when comes ...
When I crept over the hill, broken with tears.When I crouched down on the grass, dumb in despair,I heard the ...
The wind that blows from the west Taps at my window, sighing; But I pull the curtains close, I'll hear ...
In the heart of a rose Lies the heart of a maid; If you be not afraid You will wear ...
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