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 ...
Madge Linsey at the well raised the deep waters, Brimmed her brass bucket full, went from her place. Loose hung ...
Withered with years and broken by Time's play I still do live, who only seek to lay My harp aside ...
A TRUE STORYI I am a man who hath known trouble, O'Ruarc of the Lake. On my life's glass joy ...
Young Dermod stood by his mother's side,And he spake right stern and cold;"Now, why do you weep and wail," he ...
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 ...
Who knocks at the Geraldine's door to-night In the black storm and the rain? With the thunder crash and the ...
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, ...
In every man this world doth hold Two selves are cast in that human mould. If he hearken but to ...
Do you hunt alone to-day, O Red Richard! Pray you tell me, do you hunt all your lone? "Ay, I ...
Heaven help your home to-night,MacCormac; for I knowA white witch woman is your bride:You married for your woe.You thought her ...
And so goodbye, my love, my dear, and so goodbye, E'en thus from my sad heart go hence, depart; I ...
The Virgin speaks Draw back the starry curtains of the night, O Cherubim, and Seraphim! Pull back the purple curtains ...
O to be a woman! to be left to pique and pine,When the winds are out and calling to this ...
A Prayer in Time of War Whence comes the rain that ceaselessly doth fall, And seems to hold the bitter ...
Kine, kine, in the meadows, why do you low so piteously? High is the grass to your knees and wet ...
Out from her doorway peeped the little maid To gaze upon the world most full of glee. Her eager eyes ...
What ails you that you look so pale, O fisher of the sea? "'Tis for a mournful tale I own, ...
Wrapt in the darkness of the night, Gathering in silence on the shore, Wild geese flown from hiding on the ...
To clasp his spirit undefiled, my spirit leaped beneath my hand, He said no sad reproach to me, but only, ...
What we must do and may not do. This is the World's whole refrain, Till beating on the wearied brain, ...
Listen to the tramping! Oh, God of pity, listen! Can we kneel at prayer, sleep all unmolested, While the echo ...
This Consul Casement-he who heard the cry Of stricken people-and who in his fight To lift the torture load from ...
A CHILD'S SONG There sits a piper on the hill Who pipes the livelong day, And when he pipes both ...
Give me the heavy sleep, the dreamless slumber Nor shrouded grief nor sorrow will encumber. Let me but sleep as ...
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 ...
Brian O'Byrne of Omah town In his garden strode up and down; He pulled his beard, and he beat his ...
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