Silver Apples, Golden Apples: Best-loved Irish VerseFrank Delaney Blackstaff Press, 1987 - 157 pagina's |
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Pagina xviii
... deep thought became principal require- ments , the poet reflected upon the seen and unseen forces of world and spirit , and then reflected them onwards . The task was performed to the highest rigour , but always taking account of that ...
... deep thought became principal require- ments , the poet reflected upon the seen and unseen forces of world and spirit , and then reflected them onwards . The task was performed to the highest rigour , but always taking account of that ...
Pagina 28
... deep , For I am sick , and fain would sleep ! The falcons of the wood are flown , And I am left alone – alone – - - Dig the grave both deep and wide , And let us slumber side by side . The dragons of the rock are sleeping , Sleep that ...
... deep , For I am sick , and fain would sleep ! The falcons of the wood are flown , And I am left alone – alone – - - Dig the grave both deep and wide , And let us slumber side by side . The dragons of the rock are sleeping , Sleep that ...
Pagina 128
... deep the zeal their true hearts feel When low they kneel and pray . Oh , Dear Old Ireland ! Blest Old Ireland ! Ireland , boys , Hurrah ! But deep in Canadian woods we've met , And we never shall see again The dear old isle where our ...
... deep the zeal their true hearts feel When low they kneel and pray . Oh , Dear Old Ireland ! Blest Old Ireland ! Ireland , boys , Hurrah ! But deep in Canadian woods we've met , And we never shall see again The dear old isle where our ...
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THE FAIRIES | 1 |
THE NIGHT BEFORE LARRY WAS STRETCHED Anonymous | 7 |
AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS | 17 |
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ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES ANONYMOUS translated BALLAD bittern blood blue boys brave breast Brendan Kennelly bright Christ Corrymeela Dark Rosaleen dead Dear Old Ireland death Drynam Eileen Aroon eyes face Father O'Flynn FRANCIS LEDWIDGE Frank O'Connor God-knows-where golden hair gone grass grave green grey hand head hear heart Here's Hurrah hurroo Irish James Clarence Mangan John Montague John-John Johnny Kilcash Kincora King knew ye Lamb Let the toast light live look Louis MacNeice Ltd for permission Mary never night o'er old priest Peter PADRAIC COLUM Patrick Kavanagh Patrick MacDonogh permission to reprint poems poet poetry poor priest Peter Gilligan RAIFTEIRÍ road rode round sail salley gardens sláinte sleep smiled song soul Stella's sweet Thomas Kinsella Thomas MacDonagh thought Three Cows toast pass translated by Frank translated by Thomas Valentine Browne wild WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS wind Woman of Three words young