Sick I am and sorrowful, how can… Here, where fog and darkness is, a… Practising for evil sport? If you… Hatred comes into each face, and s… How I dread the sound of guns, ha…

Half seated on a mossy crag, Half crouching in the heather; I found a little Irish maid, All in June’s golden weather. Like some fond hand that loved the…

He on his man-child laid a soothin… And hushed him into slumber, singi… For thee the world was made and fo… With this thy heritage, why dost t… ’For thee the mother bird on her s…

When the white rose and the red sp… Make a scented path to tread throu… I half-dreaming all forget in the… That the city’s claim will come, b… How can I go forth again to the h…

Before her mirror in a pouting moo… Afraid to weep lest anger should r… The picture there, she did impatie… Why Fate should treat her worse t… Her lilac frock her mother’s hand…

The good Lord gave, the Lord has… Blessed be His name, His holy wil… The mourners all have gone, all sa… The little grave lies lonely in th… Nay! I would not follow, though t…

And I had died before the spring… When winter’s kiss upon the fields… And no small seed had broken up th… Then had I died, whose earthly ho… I should have liked to see the sno…

Woe to the House of Breffni, and… Woe to us all in Erinn for the sh… And cursed be you, Dearvorgil, wh… And ruin brought to Erinn with th… It is the Prince of Breffni rides…

When first you came to London Tow… Just five years old, I said—‘He’ll ask for marble hall… All paved with gold!’ I thought—‘He’ll weep, so stricke…

In a field by Cahirconlish I stood on sleeping grass, No cry I made to Heaven From my dumb lips would pass. Three days, three nights I slumbe…

O Lady Aideen, will you wed with… A silken gown for your body’s wear… (One flirting magpie on the quicke… The proudest colt that my land has… For you shall chafe first harnessè…

The little babe I held upon my kn… Had not yet banished from his slee… The dreams of some lost world from… Nor missed some angel-choirèd para… Strange little soul that claimed m…

How long wilt thou love me, O my… ‘As long as life may be.’ Life is but a breath Breathed us by Death, That we may learn and be the maker…

Where the sword has opened the way… ‘Look! they came, the triumphant a… Over yon hill see their weapons pe… Still I spoke not but my wheel se… I closed my eyes for my heart was…

Hush, ’tis thy voice! No, but a bird upon the bough Romancing to its mate, but where a… To bid my heart rejoice? ’Tis thy hand, speak!