#IrishWriters
God made the man and bid him multi… Replenish the green earth, nor bre… Made by His hand; Man hearing und… He loved His work and held His la… And wherefore then does this poor…
I have a rose garden Full of sweet flowers; Yellow bloom, crimson bloom, Perfume the hours. I have an apple tree
Let there be an end And all be done; Pass over, fair eclipse, That hides the sun. Dear face that shades the light
‘May I go to the field,’ said the… ‘Where the corn grows sweet and hi… ‘Is there aught on the stile,’ sai… ‘Or what do I there espy?’ ‘'Tis a shepherd’s lad, but he dre…
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…
Who is he, dying so hard? Hard is it to die’ Die in the warmth of June, Bird and bee in tune’ Die in the singing time,
A Ballad of Good Intentions Four children played by an old oak… Big John and James and little Be… And, threading a chain of daisies… On the leaf-brown sward knelt Ger…
I crave of you pardon to-day, Yesterday I was mad when I spoke; But the dream of our friendship wa… And my heart seemed to die when I… I forgot when the fair image grew
Leave me my dreams, and I shall n… Youth’s eager hours, love’s restle… Leave me my dreams, a castled gard… Where all unchid my wand’ring feet… Leave me my dreams, the foe is at…
Little white rose that I loved, I… Roisin ban, Roisin ban! Fair my bud as the morning’s dawn. I kissed my beautiful flower to bl… My heart grew glad for its rich pe…
In the heart of a rose Lies the heart of a maid; If you be not afraid You will wear it. Who knows? In the pink of its bloom,
Brian O’Byrne of Omah town In his garden strode up and down; He pulled his beard, and he beat h… And this is his trouble and woe co… ‘The good-folk came in the night,…
The Dean of Santiago on his mule Rode quick the Guadalquivir banks… He had no eye the veiling eve to l… No ear to listen for the bird’s la… Gold mist and purple of the settin…
This Consul Casement—he who heard… Of stricken people—and who in his… To lift the torture load from brok… And shield sad women from eternal… Went through lone, hot, and fevere…
‘Halt, who goes there?’ 'Tis for… In long processions see what gifts… Here cometh Care with sheaf of tr… And here is Grief with dish of wo… Frail Glory, too, holds out her h…