#IrishWriters
They flee from me that sometime di… With naked foot, stalking in my ch… I have seen them gentle, tame, and… That now are wild and do not remem… That sometime they put themself in…
And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay, say nay, for shame, To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame; And wilt thou leave me thus?
In the lands away beyond the sea,… Where they drink their coffee thic… They have white Circassian girls… And it seems to me in our free lan… It’s fenced about with custom and…
There’s a sound of many voices in… And letters coming up in shoals to… And every boat that crosses from t… Is bringing waves of shearers for… For the shearing’s coming round, b…
Madam, withouten many words Once I am sure ye will or no... And if ye will, then leave your bo… And use your wit and show it so, And with a beck ye shall me call;
He strode across the schoolroom in… Great Hector, clanging in his bra… And all the cringing Greeks, with… Creaked into jabbering Ks and tur… Achilles, safe because he could no…
I abide and abide and better abide… And after the old proverb, the hap… And ever my lady to me doth say, ‘Let me alone and I will provide.… I abide and abide and tarry the ti…
I came up to-night to the station,… My swag ain’t too heavy to carry,… I came through this way to the dig… Thirty years! how the country has… And Jack was my mate on the journ…
Whoso list to hunt, I know where… But as for me, hélas, I may no mo… The vain travail hath wearied me s… I am of them that farthest cometh… Yet may I by no means my wearied…
My mother’s maids, when they did s… They sang sometime a song of the f… That, for because her livelood was… Would needs go seek her townish si… She thought herself endurèd too mu…
My lute awake! perform the last Labour that thou and I shall wast… And end that I have now begun; For when this song is sung and pas… My lute be still, for I have done…
Not every man has gentians in his… in soft September, at slow, sad M… Bavarian gentians, big and dark, o… darkening the daytime, torch-like,… gloom,
Tagus, farewell! that westward wit… Turns up the grains of gold alread… With spur and sail, for I go seek… Gainward the sun that shewth her w… And to the town which Brutus soug…
The moon is bright, and the winds… Orion swings, with his belted ligh… North and south from the mountain… There’s many an eye will see no sl… There’s many a hand will toil to-n…
Since so ye please to hear me plai… And that ye do rejoice my smart, Me list no lenger to remain To such as be so overthwart. But cursed be that cruel heart