Silver Apples, Golden Apples: Best-loved Irish VerseFrank Delaney Blackstaff Press, 1987 - 157 pagina's |
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Pagina 75
... dear are the images my memory calls up Of Brian Boru ! - how he never would miss To give me at the banquet the first bright cup ! Ah ! why did he heap on me honour like this ? Why , O Kincora ? I am Mac Liag , and my home is on the Lake ...
... dear are the images my memory calls up Of Brian Boru ! - how he never would miss To give me at the banquet the first bright cup ! Ah ! why did he heap on me honour like this ? Why , O Kincora ? I am Mac Liag , and my home is on the Lake ...
Pagina 127
... Dear Old Ireland ! Ireland , boys , Hurrah ! We've heard her faults a hundred times , The new ones and the old , In songs and sermons , rants and rhymes , Enlarged some fifty - fold . But take them all , the great and small , And this ...
... Dear Old Ireland ! Ireland , boys , Hurrah ! We've heard her faults a hundred times , The new ones and the old , In songs and sermons , rants and rhymes , Enlarged some fifty - fold . But take them all , the great and small , And this ...
Pagina 128
... Dear Old Ireland ! Ireland , boys , Hurrah ! And well we know in the cool grey eves , When the hard day's work is o'er , How soft and sweet are the words that greet The friends that meet once more ; With ' Mary machree ! ' and ' My Pat ...
... Dear Old Ireland ! Ireland , boys , Hurrah ! And well we know in the cool grey eves , When the hard day's work is o'er , How soft and sweet are the words that greet The friends that meet once more ; With ' Mary machree ! ' and ' My Pat ...
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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