#IrishWriters
Trapper died’our hero’and we g… In every heart in camp the sorrow… ‘His soul was red!’ the Indian cr… ‘A white man, he!’ the grim old Y… So, brief and strong, each mourner…
‘WHAT bait do you use,' said a… When you fish where the souls of m… ‘Well, for special tastes,’ said t… ‘Gold and Fame are the best I’ve… ‘But for common use?’ asked the S…
THERE is no truth in faces, save… They laugh and frown and weep from… But we who meet the world give out… The true note dying muffled in the… O, there be woeful prayers and pit…
AY, smile as you will, with your… But I know the line Of your guard is as weak as a maze… You may give no sign— And the devil is never far to seek…
Poets should not reason: Let them sing! Argument is treason ' Bells should ring. Statements none, nor questions;
WHAT man would be wise, let him… That bears on its bosom the record… A message to him every wave can de… To teach him to creep till he know… Who heeds not experience, trust hi…
ONCE I had a little sweetheart In the land of the Malay,' Such a little yellow sweetheart! Warm and peerless as the day Of her own dear sunny island,
IT is sweet to rejoice for a day,… For a day that is reached at last! It is well for wanderers in new la… Slow climbers toward a lofty mount… Yearning with hearts and eyes stra…
I KNEW it all my boyhood: in a l… Like a dryad’s mirror hidden by th… Its eye flashed back the sunshine,… And I loved its truthful depths w… I scooped my hand and drank it, an…
I told her a story, a fairy story, My little daughter with eyes of bl… And with clear, wide gaze as the s… She always asked me—'Oh, is it tr… Always that word when the wonder r…
Once in a lifetime, we may see the… Tremble and lift, that hides symbo… The Spirit’s vision, when the sen… Sweeps the weird meaning that the… Deep in the midst of turmoil, it m…
HE was old and alone, and he sat… His beard was white, and his eye w… With a mild content at the way lif… ‘I will venture a look in this liv… And I said: ‘ My friend, have you…
Though it lash the shallows that l… Afar from the great sea deeps, There is never a storm whose might… Where the vast leviathan sleeps. Like a mighty thought in a quiet m…
SOLDIER, why do you shrink from… The bullet that whizzed is past; t… Stand straight! you cannot shrink… A comrade in front may hear it whi…
NOT many friends Wish I you; Love makes amends For the few. Slight bonds are best