Silver Apples, Golden Apples: Best-loved Irish VerseFrank Delaney Blackstaff Press, 1987 - 157 pagina's |
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Pagina 13
... mind , I thought of the last honey by the water That no hive can find . Brightness was drenching through the branches When she wandered again , Turning the silver out of dark grasses Where the skylark had lain , And her voice coming ...
... mind , I thought of the last honey by the water That no hive can find . Brightness was drenching through the branches When she wandered again , Turning the silver out of dark grasses Where the skylark had lain , And her voice coming ...
Pagina 33
... mind And my soul soars enchanted , As I hear the sweet lark sing In the clear air of the day . For a tender beaming smile To my hope has been granted , And tomorrow she shall hear All my fond heart would say . I shall tell her all my ...
... mind And my soul soars enchanted , As I hear the sweet lark sing In the clear air of the day . For a tender beaming smile To my hope has been granted , And tomorrow she shall hear All my fond heart would say . I shall tell her all my ...
Pagina 129
... mind ; And every virtue now supplies The fainting rays of Stella's eyes . See , at her levee crowding swains , Whom Stella freely entertains With breeding , humour , wit , and sense , And puts them to so small expense ; Their minds so ...
... mind ; And every virtue now supplies The fainting rays of Stella's eyes . See , at her levee crowding swains , Whom Stella freely entertains With breeding , humour , wit , and sense , And puts them to so small expense ; Their minds so ...
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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