Dark is the tomb, yet holdeth but… In all its chill and silent majest… Lest I should lie divorced from a… An exile yet—and ever still to be. I never trod upon a foreign shore

At the grey dawn, amongst the fall… A little bird outside my window sw… High on a topmost branch he trille… And ‘ Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!… “Take me,' I cried, ‘back to my i…

‘It will be all the same in a thou… And in a thousand years It will be all the same, Whether or no Women’s tears flow,

What we must do and may not do. This is the World’s whole refrain… Till beating on the wearied brain, We wonder what is true. My love! my love! who passes by,

Sweet Content, at the rich man’s… Called, ‘Wilt thou let me in?’ ‘No! thou art poor and thou art no… Hast nothing thy way to win. Here love is little and mighty is…

It dawned a morn to make a heart d… East was the wind and chill the A… No beast was out save one poor sta… Who for his supper nosed the muddy… Beside the river, where its sluggi…

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,…

Thrice turned she in her narrow be… His tears disturbed her rest; She kissed the little babe that la… So still upon her breast. ‘Dream well,’ she said, 'my daught…

I struck you once, I do remember… Hard on the track of passion sorro… And swift repentance, weeping for… I struck you once—and now you’re l… Now you are gone the blow no longe…

‘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…

Withered with years and broken by… I still do live, who only seek to… My harp aside and my white head to… On the safe shelter of the earth’s… There o’er me spread her coverlet…

Kine, kine, in the meadows, why do… High is the grass to your knees an… Sweet with the perfume of honey, a… But the sad-eyed kine on the hills… ‘Man, man has bereft us and taken…

Wrapt in the darkness of the night… Gathering in silence on the shore, Wild geese flown from hiding on th… (Hark! the wolf-hound; thrice he h… Wild geese with forest leaves tang…

The little red rose tapped at my w… Tapped at my window long years ago… Glad would I run then, trip to th… Who was in hiding well did I know… Last night I, nodding, heard at t…

My darling laughed in the dawning, And the birds perched low to hear. The quick sprung anew from dead as… That Spring’s passing feet had fl… Oh, Life came over the meadows,