#IrishWriters
Well, mate, you’ve asked about a… You met to-day, in a black-and-yel… Chain-gang suit, with a peddler’… Or with some such burden, strapped… Did you meet him square? No, pass…
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…
There may be standard weight for p… But deeper meaning it must ever ho… Thank God, there are some things… And one of these—the real worth of… The stamp of king or crown has com…
LOVE is a plant with double root… And of strange, elastic power: Men’s minds are divided in naming… But a kiss is only the flower.
The dead who died for Ireland! Oh, these are living words To nerve the hearts of patriots '… to steel avenging swords ' They thrill the soul when spoken,
A GOD-LIKE face, with human lo… And tender fancy traced in every l… A god-like face, but oh, how human… Dear Keats, who love the gods the…
THE world was made when a man was… He must taste for himself the forb… He can never take warning from old… He must fight as a boy, he must dr… He must kiss, he must love, he mus…
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
THE STORY OF AN ARCTIC N… AY, ay, I’ll tell you, shipmates, If you care to hear the tale, How myself and the royal yard alon… Were left of the old Narwhale.
God send us peace, and keep red st… But should it come, God send us m… The land is dead that dare not fac… When foreign danger threats the co… Defenders strong are they that hom…
ENSIGN EPPS, at the battle of… Sowed a seed of glory and duty That flowers and flames in height… Like a crimson lily with heart of… To-day, when the wars of Ghent ar…
IN the far time of Earth’s sweet… When Morning hung with rapture on… When every sentient life paid love… And every law was Nature’s own be… When reason ruled as subtle instin…
A KINDLY act is a kernel sown, That will grow to a goodly tree, Shedding its fruit when time has f… Down the gulf of eternity.
HUNGER goes sleeplessly Thinking of food; Evil lies painfully Yearning for good. Life is a confluence:
’Twas a quaint old clock with a qu… and great iron weights and chain. It stopped when it liked, and befo… it creaked as if ’twere in pain. It had seen many years, and it see…