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 ...
I can see it in my dreaming o'er a gap of thirty years,And the rattle of its boxes still is ...
'Tis the greatest splash of sunshine right through all my retrospection On the days when fairies brought me golden dreams without ...
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
Ah, the memories that find me now my hair is turning gray,Drifting in like painted butterflies from paddocks far away;Dripping ...
Yes, that's the hardest hand at all upon my frosted head-That telegram that brought the news that Father Pat is ...
He comes when the gullies are wrapped in the gloaming,And lime-lights are trained on the tops of the gums,To stand ...
Faith, 'tis good to see him comin' when the bell for Mass is flingin'Gladsome golden notes appealin' on the Sabbath-softened ...
No, you don't quite get the meaning when the fun is at its heightWith the neighbours at the breakfast, and ...
The presbytery has gone to pot since this house-keeper came;She's up-to-date and stylish; but the place is not the sameSince ...
They have brought the news, my darlin', that I've waited for so long.Faith, 'twas little news they brought me; every ...
'Tis a queer, old battered landmark that belongs to other years;With the dog-leg fence around it, and its hat about ...
The rambling road to Danahey's it goes by hill and plain,It wanders in among the trees and wanders out again.It ...
We meet him first in frills immersed,By everyone caressed and nursed, A bonny baby-rather!But, though they please his every whim,Fill up ...
Old Father Pat! They'll tell you still with mingled love and prideOf stirring deeds that live and thrill the quiet ...
To the rooms where I am dining in the glaring city's dayCome the happy honeymooners from the country far away,Two ...
Times I think I'm not the man- Must be some mistake.Me among the also ran? Cute and wideawake!Old and beat and crotchety- Sixty-five, ...
"We'll all be rooned," said HanrahanIn accents most forlornOutside the church ere Mass beganOne frosty Sunday morn.The congregation stood about,Coat-collars ...
Come, Little One, and sing to me A song our big wide land to bless,Around whose gentle parent-knee We've twined the flowers ...
Have you seen the tidy cottage in the straggling, dusty street,Where the roses swing their censers by the door?Have you ...
May a fading fancy hover round a gladness that is over?May a dreamer in the silence rake the ashes of ...
Said the white-haired priest, "So the boy has come, And the old, old dreams are o'er you,And you give no thought ...
A simple thing of knotted pine And corrugated tin;But still, to those who read, a sign,A fortress on the farthest line Against ...
They hadn't met for fifty years, or was it fifty-one ?They'd parted when their ship arrived their separate ways to ...
When the circus came to townWith its coaches and four, and its steeds galore, And a band and a painted clown,Out ...
When that hour comes when I shall sit alone,And ponder on the things that were, but are no more,The while ...
A night of wind and driving rain, No light on land or sky-The sharp squalls shook the window-pane And scurried loudly by,When ...
Do you ever dream you hear it, you who went the lonely track?Do you ever hear its simple melodiesTossing round ...
Oh, stick me in the old caboose this night of wind and rain,And let the doves of fancy loose to ...
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