#IrishWriters
You would not slumber If laid at my breast: You would not slumber. The river-flood beats The swan from her nest:
A gaunt built woman and her son-in… A broad-faced fellow, with such fl… Nothing but easy nature’and his… The woman’s daughter, who spills… Out of a wide mouth, but who has e…
FOUL-FEATHERED and scald-nec… They sit in evil state; Raw marks upon their breasts As on men’s wearing chains. Impure, though they may plunge
FROM THE IRISH I’d bring you these for dowry A field from heather free, White sheep upon the mountain, And calves that follow me.
A HUNDRED men think I am their… drink ale, But their presence fades away from… When I think upon your converse k… and the linn,
HERE you should lie, ye Kings of… Barbarossa, Boabdil, And Czar Lazar and Charlemagne, Arthur, Gaelic Finn– Here where the
THE Thrush, the Lark, and, chief… With one small bird whose name I… Offered a Mass; the little bird w… At intervals he struck his silver… The stars above that were but whit…
On and on, O white brother! Thunder does not daunt thee! How thou movest! By thine impulse
AUTUMN A GOOD stay-at-home season is A… work to be joined in by all: Though the fawns, where the bracke… The stags that were lone upon hill…
UP from the navel of the world, Where Cuzco has her founts of fir… The passer of the Gulf he comes. He lives in air, a bird of fire, Charted by flowers still he comes
‘Lost,’ ‘lost,’ the beeves and the… The cattle men sell and buy, Crowded upon the fair green, Low to the lightless sky. ‘Live,’ ‘live,’ and ‘Here,’ ‘here…
As I went down through Dublin cit… At the hour of twelve of the night… Who did I see but a Spanish lady Washing her feet by candle light. First she washed them,
I THINK some saint of Eirinn wa… Found you and brought you here De… For so I greet you in this alien… And like those maidens who were on… In their own land as daughters of…
OVER old walls the Laburnums hang cones of fire; Laburnums that grow out of old mould in old gardens: Old maids and old men who have sav…
IN broad daylight He should not be: Yet toward and froward, Froward and toward He weaves a flight.