PARNELL came down the road, he
'Ireland shall get her freedom and

SHE might, so noble from head
To great shapely knees
The long flowing line,
Have walked to the altar
Through the holy images

From pleasure of the bed,
Dull as a worm,
His rod and its butting head
Limp as a worm,
His spirit that has fled

‘O cruel Death, give three things
Sang a bone upon the shore;
‘A child found all a child can lac
Whether of pleasure or of rest,
Upon the abundance of my breast’:

THE old brown thorn-trees break i
Under a bitter black wind that blo
Our courage breaks like an old tre
But we have hidden in our hearts t
Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houl

MUCH did I rage when young,
Being by the world oppressed,
But now with flattering tongue
It speeds the parting guest.

FOR certain minutes at the least
That crafty demon and that loud be
That plague me day and night
Ran out of my sight;
Though I had long perned in the g

KNOW, that I would accounted be
True brother of a company
That sang, to sweeten Ireland’s w
Ballad and story, rann and song;
Nor be I any less of them,

The heron-billed pale cattle-birds
That feed on some foul parasite
Of the Moroccan flocks and herds
Cross the narrow Straits to light
In the rich midnight of the garden

HERE at right of the entrance th
Human, superhuman, a bird’s round
Everything else withered and mummy
What great tomb-haunter sweeps the
(Something may linger there though