#IrishWriters
I saw her coming through the flowe… Round her swift ankles butterfly a… Blent loud and silent wings ; I s… Where foam-bows shivered on the su… Then came the swallow crowding up…
Before you leave my hands’ abuses To lie where many odd things meet… Neglected darkling of the Muses, I, the last of singers, greet you. Snug in some white wing they found…
AS I was climbing Ardan Mór From the shore of Sheelin lake, I met the herons coming down Before the water’s wake. And they were talking in their fli…
Lady fair, have we not met In our lives elsewhere? Darkling in my mind to-night Faint fair faces dare Memory’s old unfaithfulness
Once more the lark with song and s… Cleaves through the dawn, his hurr… Fall, like the flute of Ganymede Twirling and whistling from the st… The primrose and the daffodil
Broom out the floor now, lay the f… And plant this bee-sucked bough of… And let the window down. The butt… Floats in upon the sunbeam, and th… Tanned face of June, the nomad gi…
Little ships of whitest pearl With sailors who were ancient king… Come over the sea when my little g… Sings. And if my little girl should weep,
Somewhere is music from the linnet… And thro’ the sunny flowers the be… And white bells of convolvulus on… Of quiet May make silent ringing,… Hither and thither by the wind of…
He shall not hear the bittern cry In the wild sky, where he is lain, Nor voices of the sweeter birds, Above the wailing of the rain. Nor shall he know when loud March…
When May is here, and every morn Is dappled with pied bells, And dewdrops glance along the thor… And wings flash in the dells, I take my pipe and play a tune
Du aldrig vil elske? Til Stella j… en Morgen i Vaar, da jeg hos hend… mens Solen steeg over Hækken og… med Purpur i Duggen hvert skielve… Nei, svared hun, aldrig! Thi Elsk…
Then in the lull of midnight, gent… Lifted him slowly down the slopes… Lest he should hear again the mad… Of battle, dying moans, and painfu… And where the earth was soft for f…
THE silence of maternal hills Is round me in my evening dreams; And round me music-making rills And mingling waves of pastoral str… Whatever way I turn I find
We have fought so much for the nat… In the tents we helped to divide; Shall the cause of our common fath… On our earthstones lie denied? For the price of a field we have w…
Come, May, and hang a white flag… Make truce with earth and heaven;… Now hides her sulky face deep in t… Of your new flowers by the water w… And in the ripples of the rising g…