#Irish #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
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…
Prince Charming, when the wizard’… Had wrecked for aye my fairyland; Had razed my castles to the earth, And killed my child heart with his… Then weeds grew rank where flowers…
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…
I would have wept with the beast, The bird, the blossoming flower, The hundred years of the oak, Or the insect born for an hour, Saying with my soul’s right
See, there he goes, a-pulling his… With frowning brow, and far and ab… On his bowed head the dust of time… And on his parchment cheek life’s… He doth not hear the lark in worsh…
In Rome, as I look from my lattic… And lean to the night, Where the living sleep, still as t… All in the sunlight. The dead are awake ‘mid our restin…
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…
A miller’s daughter, as I heard t… Sing heigh! but the maid was merry… Was loved by her father’s man full… His cheek was brown as a berry. He made the grey mare fast to her…
Within an English village yesterd… I came upon a little child at play… I lingered by to watch the baby ga… And heard some voice call gently o… Sweet she replied. How leaped my…
It was the Christmas of the year; The wind blew chill, the night was… And round the strong walls of the… The silent snow fell white and dee… But well the Baron’s board was sp…
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,
He was the son of a hunting squire And heir to a fair estate, And she but an humble serving maid Who opened his father’s gate. He thought her sweet as the garden…
Mo páistin deas, I did not know How cold the winter’s blast could… Into her heart, with what despair Earth drew her bloom and blossom f… How lone a man might come and go
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…
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,