Silver Apples, Golden Apples: Best-loved Irish VerseFrank Delaney Blackstaff Press, 1987 - 157 pagina's |
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Pagina 26
... gone ; There was comfort ever on your lip , And the kind look on your brow- I bless you , Mary , for that same , Though you cannot hear me now . I thank you for the patient smile When your heart was fit to break , When the hunger pain ...
... gone ; There was comfort ever on your lip , And the kind look on your brow- I bless you , Mary , for that same , Though you cannot hear me now . I thank you for the patient smile When your heart was fit to break , When the hunger pain ...
Pagina 74
... gone ? O , where are the Dalcassians of the Golden Swords ? And where are the warriors Brian led on ? Where , O Kincora ? And where is Murrough , the descendant of kings - The defeater of a hundred - the daringly brave – Who set but ...
... gone ? O , where are the Dalcassians of the Golden Swords ? And where are the warriors Brian led on ? Where , O Kincora ? And where is Murrough , the descendant of kings - The defeater of a hundred - the daringly brave – Who set but ...
Pagina 75
... gone , those heroes of royal birth , Who plundered no churches , and broke no trust , ' Tis weary for me to be living on earth When they , O Kincora , lie low in the dust ! O , never again will Princes appear , Low , O Kincora ! To ...
... gone , those heroes of royal birth , Who plundered no churches , and broke no trust , ' Tis weary for me to be living on earth When they , O Kincora , lie low in the dust ! O , never again will Princes appear , Low , O Kincora ! To ...
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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