#IrishWriters
’Twas the dream of a God, And the mould of His hand, That you shook 'neath His stroke, That you trembled and broke To this beautiful land.
I, like a moth to the candle, Am chained by a glance from your e… If I shun you, the world is in da… If I seek my desire, I die. I hide 'neath the wings of my fanc…
As I between the dusk and dark Walked down by Hampton Towers, I strayed upon the haunted path In the forbidden hours. I paced the long and lonesome way
Never again, my darling, never aga… Till the gates of God are open fo… May we join our parted hands that… Ere Death’s cold fingers closed o… Feeling palm from palm was slippin…
Laughter and song for my cheer, Life is so fair. None so happy as I Anywhere; Birds in the woods carol clear,
Droop all the flowers in my garden… All their fair heads hang low; For rose, their fairest companion, Never again will they know. Bring me no flowers for wearing,
I want to go to the heather hills, To the heather hills and rocky sho… I want to climb to Ben-Edar’s hei… And to smell the sea once more. I want to talk by an Ulster heart…
Thou shalt feel no more the wind o… Nor float on the breath of the bre… Thou shalt drowse no more on the b… ‘Neath the lullaby song of the tre… Thou shalt seek no more in the gre…
Out from her doorway peeped the li… To gaze upon the world most full o… Her eager eyes all bright and unaf… Her smooth cheek flushed with joy… Nor did she stay because long shad…
Hark! in the still night. Who goe… “Fifteen dead men" Why do they wa… “Hasten, comrade, death is so fair… Now comes their Captain through t… Sixteen dead men! What on their 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…
My Future lay cradled asleep; I kissed the sweet mouth and she s… With a promise of all she should b… Womanhood crowning the child— Her wings that would grow with her…
I go through wet spring woods alon… Through sweet green woods with hea… My weary foot upon the grass Falls heavy as I pass. The cuckoo from the distance cries…
The Virgin speaks Draw back the s… O Cherubim, and Seraphim! Pull back the purple curtains of t… For I would look once more upon t… That ere my sorrows made some youn…
I mourned beneath the willow tree, When shrouded came a nymph to me And slid her hand in mine. Her boldness I did much upbraid, And said ‘Begone, thou wanton mai…