Silver Apples, Golden Apples: Best-loved Irish VerseFrank Delaney Blackstaff Press, 1987 - 157 pagina's |
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Pagina 93
... hair of old age , My reason has beguiled me : Grey is the hair that grows through my skin – ' Tis thus ! I am an old woman . The flood - wave And the second ebb tide - They have reached me , I know them well . The flood wave Will not ...
... hair of old age , My reason has beguiled me : Grey is the hair that grows through my skin – ' Tis thus ! I am an old woman . The flood - wave And the second ebb tide - They have reached me , I know them well . The flood wave Will not ...
Pagina 136
... hair . They brought her to the city , And she faded slowly there - Consumption has no pity For blue eyes and golden hair . When I saw her first reclining , Her lips were mov'd in prayer , And the setting sun was shining On her loosen'd ...
... hair . They brought her to the city , And she faded slowly there - Consumption has no pity For blue eyes and golden hair . When I saw her first reclining , Her lips were mov'd in prayer , And the setting sun was shining On her loosen'd ...
Pagina 137
... hair . And oft her wasted fingers Beating time upon the bed : O'er some old tune she lingers , And she bows her golden head . At length the harp is broken ; And the spirit in its strings , As the last decree is spoken , To its source ...
... hair . And oft her wasted fingers Beating time upon the bed : O'er some old tune she lingers , And she bows her golden head . At length the harp is broken ; And the spirit in its strings , As the last decree is spoken , To its source ...
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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