#Irish
I AM the Toy-maker; I have broug… As much in my plack as should fetc… I’ll array for you now my stock of… And man’s the raree will show you. Here’s a horse that is rearing to…
ON the third day from this (Saint… I will be where no wind that fille… Has ever been, and it blew high or… For from this home-creek, from thi… I shall put forth: make ready, you…
WE mark the playing-time of sun a… Until the rain too heavily upon us Leans, and the sun stamps down upo… And then our trees stand in their… No different from the privets in t…
WE wander now who marched before, Hawking our bran from door to door… While other men from the mill take… So it is to be an Old Soldier. Old, bare and sore, we look on the…
ONCE I loved a maiden fair, Over the hills and jar away, Lands she had and lovers to spare, Over the hills and far away. And I was stooped and troubled so…
IN broad daylight He should not be: Yet toward and froward, Froward and toward He weaves a flight.
I HAVE saddled your white steed,… Your belt with crystal clasps, you… Your carbine silver-chased; now er… Across the sky-wide steppe, a hors… A promise make your bride: that at…
‘TO-NIGHT,’ you said, ‘to-night… The curlews call.’ The dinner-tal… And I knew what you heard and wha… That left you for a little while w… The lonely land, the lonely-crying…
THEY have hanged Roger Casement… of a bell, Ochone, och, ochone, ochone! And their Smiths, and their Murra… Ochone, och, ochone, ochone!
NOT fingers that e’er felt Fine things within their hold Drew needles in and through, And smoothed out the fold, And put the hodden patch
WHY do I look for fire to brand… What do I need, when all within i… And lo, she comes, carrying the li… And branding tool—she who is my de… What need have I for what is in h…
THE stir of children with fresh d… And men who meet and say unguarded… And women from the coops Of drudgeries released; And standing at their doors to wat…
Pigeons that have flown down from the courts behind the orchards! Pigeons that run along the beach to take sand into your crops! What contrast is between you, birds of a rare stock, and...
I THINK some saint of Eirinn wa… Found you and brought you here De… For so I greet you in this alien… And like those maidens who were on… In their own land as daughters of…
ALOOF from his tribe On the elm-tree’s top, A jackdaw perched A hand-reach up. Silent he sat