Silver Apples, Golden Apples: Best-loved Irish VerseFrank Delaney Blackstaff Press, 1987 - 157 pagina's |
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Pagina 54
... hills that are happy When dawn whitens Glassdrummond chapel . My hills hoard the bright shillings of March While the sun searches in every pocket . They are my Alps and I have climbed the Matterhorn With a sheaf of hay for three ...
... hills that are happy When dawn whitens Glassdrummond chapel . My hills hoard the bright shillings of March While the sun searches in every pocket . They are my Alps and I have climbed the Matterhorn With a sheaf of hay for three ...
Pagina 79
... Dark Rosaleen ! I could scale the blue air , I could plough the high hills , Oh , I could kneel all night in prayer , To heal your many ills ! And one ... beamy smile from you Would float like light between My toils and me , 79.
... Dark Rosaleen ! I could scale the blue air , I could plough the high hills , Oh , I could kneel all night in prayer , To heal your many ills ! And one ... beamy smile from you Would float like light between My toils and me , 79.
Pagina 156
... hill are gone , The 28 Long , long ago , beyond the misty space 70 Lost heifer , The 13 Man from God - knows - where , The ... hills have never seen the sun rising 54 My Lagan love 11 My love and my delight 108 My love's an arbutus 47 My ...
... hill are gone , The 28 Long , long ago , beyond the misty space 70 Lost heifer , The 13 Man from God - knows - where , The ... hills have never seen the sun rising 54 My Lagan love 11 My love and my delight 108 My love's an arbutus 47 My ...
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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