The Careys (John O Brien Poems)
Their new house stood just off the road. A fine big brick two-storey, All gabled, tiled, and porticoed, To flaunt its owners' glory. We ...
Their new house stood just off the road. A fine big brick two-storey, All gabled, tiled, and porticoed, To flaunt its owners' glory. We ...
There's a weather-beaten sign-post where the track turns towards the west,Through the tall, white, slender timber, in the land i ...
Faith, 'tis good to see him comin' when the bell for Mass is flingin'Gladsome golden notes appealin' on the Sabbath-softened ...
The rambling road to Danahey's it goes by hill and plain,It wanders in among the trees and wanders out again.It ...
To the rooms where I am dining in the glaring city's dayCome the happy honeymooners from the country far away,Two ...
"We'll all be rooned," said HanrahanIn accents most forlornOutside the church ere Mass beganOne frosty Sunday morn.The congregation stood about,Coat-collars ...
Now of all the old sinners in mischief immersed,From the ages of Gog and Magog,At the top of the list,from ...
On the Sunday morning mustered,Yarning at our ease;Buggies, traps and jinkers clusteredUnderneath the trees,Horses tethered to the fences;Thus we hold ...
There were ten little Steps and Stairs. Round through the old bush home all day Romping about in the old bush way.They ...
That Norah O'Neill is a sthreel,*And I'm talking the way that I feel,With her dowdy old hat, and her hair ...
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