An Irish Face (George William Russell Poems)
NOT her own sorrow only that hath place Upon yon gentle face. Too slight have been her childhood's years to ...
NOT her own sorrow only that hath place Upon yon gentle face. Too slight have been her childhood's years to ...
A LAUGHTER in the diamond air, a music in the trembling grass; And one by one the words of light ...
BEARDED with dewy grass the mountains thrust Their blackness high into the still grey light, Deepening to blue: far up ...
THIS is the hero-heart of the enchanted isle, Whom now the twilight children tenderly enfold, Pat with their pearly palms ...
WHERE the Greyhound River windeth through a loneliness so deep, Scarce a wild fowl shakes the quiet that the purple ...
LET us leave our island woods grown dim and blue; O'er the waters creeping the pearl dust of the eve ...
I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder, ...
HOW came this pigmy rabble spun, After the gods and kings of old, Upon a tapestry begun With threads of ...
TARRY thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight's glory: Gay are the hills with song: earth's faery children leave More ...
NOW the quietude of earth Nestles deep my heart within; Friendships new and strange have birth Since I left the ...
I WHO had sought afar from earth The faery land to meet, Now find content within its girth And wonder ...
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