Silver Apples, Golden Apples: Best-loved Irish VerseFrank Delaney Blackstaff Press, 1987 - 157 pagina's |
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Pagina 100
... once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed , Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled . So sleeps the pride of former days , So glory's thrill is o'er , And hearts , that once beat high for praise , Now feel ...
... once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed , Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled . So sleeps the pride of former days , So glory's thrill is o'er , And hearts , that once beat high for praise , Now feel ...
Pagina 148
... Once , while he nodded on a chair , At the moth - hour of eve , Another poor man sent for him , And be began to grieve . ' I have no rest , nor joy , nor peace , For people die and die ; ' And after cried he , ' God forgive ! My body ...
... Once , while he nodded on a chair , At the moth - hour of eve , Another poor man sent for him , And be began to grieve . ' I have no rest , nor joy , nor peace , For people die and die ; ' And after cried he , ' God forgive ! My body ...
Pagina 155
... once through Tara's halls , The 100 Harp that once through Tara's halls , The 100 He did not wear his scarlet coat 134 He shall not hear the bittern cry 65 Hearing , this June day , the thin thunder 121 Here's my story ; the stag cries ...
... once through Tara's halls , The 100 Harp that once through Tara's halls , The 100 He did not wear his scarlet coat 134 He shall not hear the bittern cry 65 Hearing , this June day , the thin thunder 121 Here's my story ; the stag cries ...
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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