Poems of Places: IrelandHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1876 - English poetry |
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... rest , For I've laid you , darling ! down to sleep With your baby on your breast . I'm very lonely now , Mary , For the poor make no new friends , But , O , they love the better still , The few our Father sends ! And you were all I had ...
... rest , For I've laid you , darling ! down to sleep With your baby on your breast . I'm very lonely now , Mary , For the poor make no new friends , But , O , they love the better still , The few our Father sends ! And you were all I had ...
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... rest In thy bosom of shade , with the friends I love best , Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease , And our hearts , like thy waters , be mingled in peace . Thomas Moore . A Ballyshannon . THE EMIGRANT'S ADIEU TO ...
... rest In thy bosom of shade , with the friends I love best , Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease , And our hearts , like thy waters , be mingled in peace . Thomas Moore . A Ballyshannon . THE EMIGRANT'S ADIEU TO ...
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... rest , its daily labor o'er , Upon that cosey creek there lay the town of Baltimore . A deeper rest , a starry trance , has come with midnight there ; No sound , except that throbbing wave , in earth or sea or air . The massive capes ...
... rest , its daily labor o'er , Upon that cosey creek there lay the town of Baltimore . A deeper rest , a starry trance , has come with midnight there ; No sound , except that throbbing wave , in earth or sea or air . The massive capes ...
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... rest awhile , In time we'll follow a'ter " : These words he uttered with a smile , The day he crossed the water . Come , let us all , with heart and voice , Applaud our lives ' defender , Who at the Boyne his valor showed , And made 46 ...
... rest awhile , In time we'll follow a'ter " : These words he uttered with a smile , The day he crossed the water . Come , let us all , with heart and voice , Applaud our lives ' defender , Who at the Boyne his valor showed , And made 46 ...
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... rest Save kiss of oar and whispered word . All nature wears a placid smile Of gold and blue and tender green ; And in the setting of the scene Lies , like a gem , the Holy Isle . Hushed is the music of the oar ; A little hand is placed ...
... rest Save kiss of oar and whispered word . All nature wears a placid smile Of gold and blue and tender green ; And in the setting of the scene Lies , like a gem , the Holy Isle . Hushed is the music of the oar ; A little hand is placed ...
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abbey Athunree Aubrey de Vere banks beauty beneath blue bogwood fire bonnie green woods bosom bowers brave breast bride bright castle charms Dark Rosaleen dear death deep doth dream Duhallow Eileen a Roon Erin Erin's eyes fair Felicia Hemans Gerald Griffin Glandore Glashen-Glora gleam glen Glenara grave gray hath heart heaven holy Innisfail Ireland Irish isle James Clarence Mangan Kilcrea King Kinkora Kinsale lake land light lonely maid maiden Mary morning mountain night o'er Peg of Limavaddy river river Lee Robert Dwyer Joyce rocks round ruined Saint Says the Shan scene Shan Van Vocht Shannon shine shore sickle sigh sing Sir Aubrey sleep smile Soggarth Aroon song soul sound stream sweet Glandore sword thee there's thine Thomas D'Arcy McGee Thomas Davis Thomas Moore thou tide-top Tipperary towers voice wall waters wave weeping wild William Allingham winds woods of Killeevy
Popular passages
Page 161 - Sweet Auburn! parent of the blissful hour, Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power. Here, as I take my solitary rounds...
Page 198 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled.
Page 61 - You're sent as a plague to the girls of Coleraine." I sat down beside her, and gently did chide her, That such a misfortune should give her such pain. A kiss then I gave her; and ere I did leave her, She vowed for such pleasure she'd break it again.
Page 11 - Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray, " So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? " Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold...
Page 4 - said the heart-broken stranger, "The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me.
Page 193 - When at last I was forced from my Sheelah to part, She said (while the sorrow was big at her heart), 'Oh! remember your Sheelah when far, far away; And be kind, my dear Pat, to our poor dog Tray.
Page 4 - Erin my country ! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore ; But alas ! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more ! Oh cruel fate! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace — where no perils can chase me?
Page 90 - When, for O'Connor's child to mourn, The harper told, how lone, how far From any mansion's twinkling star, From any path of social men, Or voice, but from the fox's den, The lady in the desert dwelt; And yet no wrongs, no fear, she felt : Say, why should dwell in place so wild, O'Connor's pale and lovely child?
Page 223 - O, MY Dark Rosaleen, Do not sigh, do not weep ! The priests are on the ocean green, They march along the deep. There's wine from the royal Pope, Upon the ocean green ; And Spanish ale shall give you hope, My Dark Rosaleen...
Page 141 - With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would In the days of childhood Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder Sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.