The Mentor Book of Irish Poetry: From AE to YeatsDevin A. Garrity |
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Page 308
... play , " And their tall houses crumble away . This town is eaten through with memory Of pride and thick red Spanish wine and gold And a great come and go ; But the sea is cold , And the spare , black trees Crouch in the withering breeze ...
... play , " And their tall houses crumble away . This town is eaten through with memory Of pride and thick red Spanish wine and gold And a great come and go ; But the sea is cold , And the spare , black trees Crouch in the withering breeze ...
Page 405
... play in the choir . He took the ould flute to play at the Mass , But the instrument shivered and sighed " Oh , alas ! " And blow as he would , though it made a great noise , The ould flute would play only The Protestant Boys . Bob ...
... play in the choir . He took the ould flute to play at the Mass , But the instrument shivered and sighed " Oh , alas ! " And blow as he would , though it made a great noise , The ould flute would play only The Protestant Boys . Bob ...
Page 406
... played Croppies Lie Down . He could whistle and finger and blow , To play Papish music he found it no go ; Kick the Pope , The Boyne Water it always would sound , But no Papish squeak in it could be found . At the council of priests ...
... played Croppies Lie Down . He could whistle and finger and blow , To play Papish music he found it no go ; Kick the Pope , The Boyne Water it always would sound , But no Papish squeak in it could be found . At the council of priests ...
Common terms and phrases
17th 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 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