Silver Apples, Golden Apples: Best-loved Irish VerseFrank Delaney Blackstaff Press, 1987 - 157 pagina's |
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Best-loved Irish Verse Frank Delaney. On the grey grass the young lark sang , with no human to affright her , Yea , in Connemara's mountains even the song - bird's heart was lighter - But in the strange land everything is strange . I ...
Best-loved Irish Verse Frank Delaney. On the grey grass the young lark sang , with no human to affright her , Yea , in Connemara's mountains even the song - bird's heart was lighter - But in the strange land everything is strange . I ...
Pagina 44
... grass o'ertops the mould'ring wall ; And trembling , shrinking from the spoiler's hand , Far , far away , thy children leave the land . Ill fares the land , to hast'ning ills a prey , Where wealth accumulates , and men decay : Princes ...
... grass o'ertops the mould'ring wall ; And trembling , shrinking from the spoiler's hand , Far , far away , thy children leave the land . Ill fares the land , to hast'ning ills a prey , Where wealth accumulates , and men decay : Princes ...
Pagina 83
... grass were thick below , Sheltering bowers of herbs and flowers That would comfort a man in his dreariest hours . Longing for sleep bore down my head , And in the grass I scooped a bed With a hollow behind to house my back , A 83.
... grass were thick below , Sheltering bowers of herbs and flowers That would comfort a man in his dreariest hours . Longing for sleep bore down my head , And in the grass I scooped a bed With a hollow behind to house my back , A 83.
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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