Silver Apples, Golden Apples: Best-loved Irish VerseFrank Delaney Blackstaff Press, 1987 - 157 pagina's |
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Pagina 28
... true Love's body . Lay their spears and bucklers bright By the warriors ' sides aright ; Many a day the Three before me On their linked bucklers bore me . Lay upon the low grave floor , ' Neath each head , the blue claymore ; Many a ...
... true Love's body . Lay their spears and bucklers bright By the warriors ' sides aright ; Many a day the Three before me On their linked bucklers bore me . Lay upon the low grave floor , ' Neath each head , the blue claymore ; Many a ...
Pagina 52
... true man , like you , man , Will fill your glass with us . We drink the memory of the brave , The faithful and the few- Some lie far off beyond the wave , Some sleep in Ireland , too ; All , all are gone - but still lives on The fame of ...
... true man , like you , man , Will fill your glass with us . We drink the memory of the brave , The faithful and the few- Some lie far off beyond the wave , Some sleep in Ireland , too ; All , all are gone - but still lives on The fame of ...
Pagina 53
... true men , like you , men , Are plenty here today . Then here's their memory - may it be For us a guiding light , To cheer our strife for liberty , And teach us to unite ! Through good and ill , be Ireland's still , Though sad as theirs ...
... true men , like you , men , Are plenty here today . Then here's their memory - may it be For us a guiding light , To cheer our strife for liberty , And teach us to unite ! Through good and ill , be Ireland's still , Though sad as theirs ...
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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