Behold the world's great wonder Beloved, do you pity not my doleful case Beloved, gaze in thine own heart Beyond, beyond the mountain line Bring from the craggy haunts of birch and pine . But the rain is gone by, and the day's dying out in a splendour Buttercups and daisies in the meadow By memory inspired . By the foot of old Keeper, beside the bohreen By the shore a plot of ground CAN the depths of the ocean afford you not graves PAGE 60 103 502 526 357 417 363 21 189 374 Céad mile fáilte ! child of the Ithian Cean duv deelish, beside the sea Child in thy beauty; empress in thy pride Chill the winter, cold the wind Come! pledge again thy heart and hand Count each affliction, whether light or grave. Come, tell me, dearest mother, what makes my father stay Crom Cruach and his sub-gods twelve DARK angel, with thine aching lust Dead heat and windless air Dear maiden, when the sun is down Deep in Canadian woods we've met 'Did they dare-did they dare, to slay Owen Roe O'Neill ?'. Did ye hear of the Widow Malone Do you remember, long ago. Dry be that tear, my gentlest love EACH nation master at its own fireside FAIR our fleet at Castle Sweyn. Far are the Gaelic tribes and wide Far from the churchyard dig his grave 368 Far out beyond our sheltered bay 234 Farewell! the doom is spoken. All is o'er 333 Fled foam underneath us and round us, a wandering and milky From what dripping cell, through what fairy glen GET up, our Anna dear, from the weary spinning-wheel 191 305 85 Girl of the red mouth 144 Go not to the hills of Erin Good men and true! in this house who dwell Great fabric of oppression Great woods gird me now around PAGE 440 139 131 336 HAD I a heart for falsehood framed Hail to our Keltic brethren, wherever they may be Have you been at Carrick, and saw you my true-love there He came across the meadow-pass . He grasped his ponderous hammer; he could not stand it more . . Heard'st thou over the Fortress wild geese flying and crying? His locks are whitened with the snows of nigh a hundred years How hard is my fortune. 31 ΙΟΙ 389 129 210 559 108 368 477 202 415 96 How sweet the answer Echo makes How sweetly keen, how stirred the air! 47 556 Hush! hear you how the night wind keens around the craggy reek . PAGE I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree. I would I were on yonder hill. If sadly thinking, with spirits sinking Image of beauty, when I gaze on thee Inside the city's throbbing heart I'd rock my own sweet childie to rest in a cradle of gold on a bough If I had thought thou could'st have died If you searched the county o' Carlow, ay, and back again If you would like to see the height of hospitality Imageries of dreams reveal a gracious age In a grey cave, where comes no glimpse of sky. In a quiet water'd land, a land of roses. In the valley of Shanganagh, where the songs of skylarks teem Inside its zigzag lines the little camp is asleep Is it thus, O Shane the haughty! Shane the valiant! that we meet. 393 55 30 405 398 489 471 418 Italian lakes, transparent blue . It was long past the noon when I pushed back my chair JIST after the war, in the year 'Ninety-eight Joy! joy! the day is come at last, the day of hope and pride July the First, of a morning clear, one thousand six hundred and LATE at morning's prime I roved 542 548 490 554 193 135 19 57 Let all the fish that swim the sea 396 Let the farmer praise his grounds 13 Let them go by-the heats, the doubts, the strife Long they pine in weary woe-the nobles of our land My love, still I think that I see her once more 99 32 My spirit's on the mountains, where the birds My love to fight the Saxon goes My name it is Hugh Reynolds, I come of honest parents NIGHT closed around the conqueror's way No, not more welcome the fairy numbers. 217 5 54 45 49 53 511 558 Not far from old Kinvara, in the merry month of May 400 Now let me alone, though I know you won't. 67 Now Memory, false, spendthrift Memory. 483 Now welcome, welcome, baby-boy unto a mother's fears O MOTHER, mother, I swept the hearth, I set his chair and the white O my daughter! lead me forth to the bastion on the north 443 520 O Sigh of the sea, O soft lone-wandering sound O thou whom sacred duty hither calls. 334 170 O Unknown Belov'd One! to the perfect season O Woman of the Piercing Wail O woman of Three Cows, agra! don't let your tongue thus rattle! . 375 254 262 Of priests we can offer a charmin' variety Oft in the stilly night Oh! drimin donn dilis! the landlord has come Oh! fairer than the lily tall, and sweeter than the rose Oh, how she plough'd the ocean, the good ship Cas le Down Oh, Larry M'Hale he had little to fear Oh, many a day have I made good ale in the glen. Oh! my dark Rosaleen Oh, Paddy dear! an' did ye hear the news that's goin' round Oh the French are on the sea 399 140 518 70 98 PAGE Oh, then, tell me, Shawn O'Ferrall Oh, up the brae, and up and up, beyont the fairy thorn. Old Church, thou still art Catholic-e'en dream they as they may 532 On the deck of Patrick Lynch's boat I sat in woeful plight. 105 Once more, through God's high will and grace 323 One touch there is of magic white . 518 Over here in England I'm helpin' wi' the hay. O'er Provence breathing, nimble air Over the dim blue hills PHYLLIS and Damon met one day Prince Baile of Ulster rode out in the morn Proud of you, fond of you, clinging so near to you RAISE the Cromlech high ! Righ Shemus he has gone to France and left his crown behind Ringleted youth of my love River of billows, to whose mighty heart Roll forth, my song, like the rushing river Rose o' the World, she came to my bed Royal and saintly Cashel ! I would gaze SAD is yonder blackbird's song Sadly the dead leaves rustle in the whistling wind Seek music in the wolf's fierce howl Shall mine eyes behold thy glory, O my country So he trassed away dreamin' of Nora na Mo. Sure, he's five months, an' he's two foot long. Surely a Voice hath called her to the deep 228 274 511 538 452 556 · 339 |