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IN broad daylight He should not be: Yet toward and froward, Froward and toward He weaves a flight.
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…
To Meath of the pastures, From wet hills by the sea, Through Leitrim and Longford Go my cattle and me. I hear in the darkness
WE mark the playing-time of sun a… Until the rain too heavily upon us Leans, and the sun stamps down upo… And then our trees stand in their… No different from the privets in t…
THEN, suddenly, I was aware inde… Of what he said, and was revolving… How, in the night, crows often tak… Rising from off the tree-tops in… And flying on: I pictured what he…
WHEN you were a lad that lacked… Oh, many’s the thing you’d see on… From Kill-o’-the-Grange to Bally… And from Cabinteely down into Bra… When you walked these roads the wh…
Of the Irish, Paris THE Lombards having gone back to… We, who might never flock to nativ… Except like birds that fly like fu… Desperately, in a wind across the…
ONCE I loved a maiden fair, Over the hills and jar away, Lands she had and lovers to spare, Over the hills and far away. And I was stooped and troubled so…
Two men of art, they say, were wit… Of Milé,—a poet and a harp player… When Milé, having taken Ireland,… The land to his sons’ rule; the po… Cir, and fair Cendfind was the ha…
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,
ON the third day from this (Saint… I will be where no wind that fille… Has ever been, and it blew high or… For from this home-creek, from thi… I shall put forth: make ready, you…
ARCH-SCHOLAR they’ll call you… Kuno Mayer, Who know the word Behind the word The men of learning . . .
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…
IT’S my fear that my wake won’t b… Nor my wake house a silent place: For who would keep back the hundre… Who would touch my breast and my f… For the good men were always my fr…
NOR right, nor left, nor any road… Nor word to lift the heart in me… They leave me, who pass by me, to… care, Without a house to draw my step no…