Deirdre’s Lament For The Sons Of Usnach (Lady Augusta Gregory Poems)
As for Deirdre, she cried pitifully, wearily, and tore her fair hair,and she was talking of the sons of Usnach, ...
As for Deirdre, she cried pitifully, wearily, and tore her fair hair,and she was talking of the sons of Usnach, ...
It is of Corca Dubhne she was, and she had her youth seven times over,and every man that had lived ...
One time Bran, son of Febal, was out by himself near his dun, and heheard music behind him. And it ...
It was Thomas O'Daly that roused up young people and scattered them,and since death played on him, may God give ...
I am widow and maid, and I very young; did you hear my great grief,that my treasure was drowned? If ...
I had a vision in my sleep last night between sleeping and waking.A figure standing beside me, thin, miserable, sad and ...
MY thoughts, my grief! are without strengthMy spirit is journeying towards deathMy eyes are as a frozen seaMy tears my ...
There's no dew or grass on Cluan Leathan. The cuckoo is not to be seenon the furze; the leaves are ...
I am Raftery the poet, full of hope and love; my eyes without light,my gentleness without misery. Going west on my ...
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