The Mentor Book of Irish Poetry: From AE to YeatsDevin A. Garrity |
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... give thought to the gods ? Has Pan led your brutes where they stumble ? Has Dana numbed pain of the child - bed , or Wotan put hands to your plough ? " What matter your foolish reply ! O man standing lone and bowed earthward , Your task ...
... give thought to the gods ? Has Pan led your brutes where they stumble ? Has Dana numbed pain of the child - bed , or Wotan put hands to your plough ? " What matter your foolish reply ! O man standing lone and bowed earthward , Your task ...
Page 269
... give you hope , Shall give you health , and help , and hope , My Dark Rosaleen ! Over hills , and through dales , Have I roamed for your sake ; All yesterday I sailed with sails On river and on lake . The Erne , . . . at its highest ...
... give you hope , Shall give you health , and help , and hope , My Dark Rosaleen ! Over hills , and through dales , Have I roamed for your sake ; All yesterday I sailed with sails On river and on lake . The Erne , . . . at its highest ...
Page 289
... Give me back , give me back the wild freshness of Morning , Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light . O , who would not welcome that moment's returning , When passion first wak'd a new life through his frame , And his ...
... Give me back , give me back the wild freshness of Morning , Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light . O , who would not welcome that moment's returning , When passion first wak'd a new life through his frame , And his ...
Common terms and phrases
9th century Aghadoe Aileen aroon beauty birds breast Brian O'Linn bright caubeen century cold dance Dark Rosaleen dead dear death door dream earth eyes F. R. Higgins face fair feet Floodtide fool girl God save Ireland gone grass grave green grey grief hair hand hath hear heart heaven hill holy Hurroo Inishtrahull Ireland Irish King Kinkora kiss knew L. A. G. Strong Ladle lake land light lips live lonely maid MARY DEVENPORT O'NEILL moon morning mountain never night o'er PADRAIC PEARSE pass poems poets pray quiet road rose Says the Shan SEAN O'FAOLAIN Shan Van Vocht sigh silent singing sleep snow soft song sorrow soul stars stone sweet tears tell thee There's Thomas Macdonagh thou thought tide tree W. R. RODGERS watch weeping wild wind woman wonder young