The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 – The Promised Land (Denis Florence MacCarthy Poems)
As on this world the young man turns his eyes,When forced to try the dark sea of the grave,Thus did ...
As on this world the young man turns his eyes,When forced to try the dark sea of the grave,Thus did ...
The king was lonely, the king was sad,Sad in his youth, when the world was glad:Sick at heart on his ...
A cow boy and his trusty palWere camped one night by an old corral;They were keeping a line on the ...
THE sobbings of the ocean wavesWere all the notes that Basil knew;He lov'd them since his ear could dwellWith gladness ...
Praise of the knights of oldMay sleep: their tale is told, And no man cares:The praise which fires ...
Come on then, ye dwellers by nature in darkness, and like to the leaves' generations, ...
I KNEW a stream,'twas yonder, where, Now bleak and bare,There was a covert once of ...
Who knocks at the Geraldine's door to-night In the black storm and the rain? With the thunder crash and the ...
The Glugs still live in the land of Gosh,Under the rule of the great King Splosh. And they climb the ...
I am auld an' frail, an' I scarce can gang, Though whiles when I tak' a turn,It's only when the ...
"The ridge is open to all moody weather: The bruisings of the blizzard leave it numb; From the scorched south ...
THE MIND IS AN ANCIENT AND FAMOUS CAPITAL The mind is a city like London, Smoky and populous: it is ...
This star spangled banner country, Is styled as the "Land of Free;" And yet our race here suffers wrong, Mixed ...
At times thy image to my mind returns, Aspasia. In the crowded streets it gleams Upon me, for an instant, ...
A was an apt Alligator, Who wanted to be a head-waiter; He said, "I opine In that field ...
Hearken my chant, 'tisAs a Bacchante's,A grape-spurt, a vine-splash, a tossed tress, flown vaunt 'tis!Suffer my singing,Gipsy of Seasons, ere ...
MY aged head now stoops its honours low, Bow'd with the load of fifty winters' snow; And for the raven's ...
Let me lie upon the heather Where the heath fowl have abode,In my hand the open Bible, On my lip ...
DER SCHWACKENHAMMER coom to down, Pefore de Fall vas past, Und by der Breitmann drawed he in Ash dreimals honored ...
WILD ROSE of Alloway! my thanks:Thou 'mindst me of that autumn noonWhen first we met upon "the banksAnd braes o'bonny ...
And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet ...
Laura! a sunrise seems to break Where'er thy happy looks may glow.Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek,Thy tears themselves ...
How will it dawn, the coming Christmas Day?A northern Christmas, such as painters love,And kinsfolk, shaking hands but once a ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionariesBurnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,Far ...
GENOA, 1872Two sunny winter days I sped alongThe Riviera's winding mountain way;Scarcely I caught the blue sea's faint far song,By ...
March: ?gloga Tertia. Willye & Thomalin.Willye.THomalin, why sytten we soe, As weren ouerwent with woe, Vpon so fayre a morow? ...
Written for a little girl on her eleventh birthday.Fleeting time is on the wing—Surely Winter, joyous Spring,Glowing Summer, Autumn sere,Mark ...
Silent I have stood and borne it, hoping still from year to yearThat the pleading voice of justice you would ...
In the spirit's solitary hoursIt is lovely to walk in the sunAlong the yellow walls of summer.Quietly whisper the steps ...
If Bethlehem were here today, Or this were ...
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