Of Moira Up The Glen (Edward J O Brien Poems)
It's little that I'd care for the glories of Ireland, Waiting for the shadows to gather in the ...
It's little that I'd care for the glories of Ireland, Waiting for the shadows to gather in the ...
Dark winds of the mountain,White winds of the sea,Are skirling the pibrochOf Seumas an Righ.The crying of gannets,The shrieking of ...
I am but a dusty nameBlowing down a ruined stair,I whose passion was a flameKindling all the windy air.Veil my ...
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