#IrishWriters
WHAT song is best for the soldie… Take no heed of the words, nor cho… Let it burst out from the heart li… Natural, clear, resistless, leapin… Whether of love or hate or war or…
LOVE found them sitting in a woo… His amorous hand amid her golden t… And Love looked smiling on her gl… And moistened eyes upturned to his… ‘O sweet,’ she murmured, ‘life is…
HER hair was a waving bronze, and… Deep wells that might cover a broo… And who, till he weighed it, could… That her heart was a cinder instea…
They brought them up from their hu… The woeful sufferers gaunt and gri… They flocked from the city’s noiso… To the Monarch’s throne to be tou… ‘For his touch,’ they whisper, ‘is…
NOT on the word alone Let love depend; Neither by actions done Choose ye the friend. Let the slow years fly—
NEVER nobler was the Senate, Never grander the debate: Rome’s old gods are on their trial By the judges of the state! Torn by warring creeds, the Fathe…
A KING once made a gallery of ar… With portraits of dead friends and… And at the end, ‘neath curtains dr… An empty marble pedestal was place… Here, every day, the king would co…
FOR every sin that comes before t… And leaves an outward blemish on t… How many, darker, cower out of sig… And burrow, blind and silent, like… And like the mole, too, with its b…
IT chanced to me upon a time to s… Across the Southern Ocean to and… And, landing at fair isles, by str… Of sensuous blessing did we ofttim… And months of dreamy joys, like jo…
IIN the evergreen shade of an Au… Where the long branches laced abov… Through which all day it seemed The sweet sunbeams down-gleamed Like the rays of a young mother’s…
‘HE is false to the heart!' she… He promises fair as a tree in blos… The fruit is rotten ere ripe. Tea… All withered and wasted! and still… Comfort? There is no comfort when…
THERE is blood on the face of th… It reeks through the years, and is… Where Truth was slaughtered at bi… And the veins of Liberty bled. Lo! vain is the hand that tries
THUNDER our thanks to her’gun… Cheer from the ranks to her, Shout from the banks to her’ Mayflower! Foremost and best of o… Mayflower! Twice in the national…
PENAL COLONY OF WEST… THE sun rose o’er dark Fremantle… And the Sentry stood on the wall; Above him, with white lines swingi… The flag-staff, bare and tall:
A MAN is not the slave of circum… Or need not be, but builder and di… He makes his own events, not time… Their logic his: not creature, but…