Category: Poem
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The Bride
An Irish Poem The bridal veil hangs o’er her brow; The ring of gold is on her finger; Her lips have breathed the marriage vow. Why should she at the altar linger? Why wears her gentle brow a shade? Why dim her eye, when doubt is over? Why does her slender form for aid Lean…
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The Chronicles
These are new stories brought to you by the team at ‘Ireland’s Lore and Tales’ My sabbatical is over and it’s time to get writing once again. The difference in these stories and recollections are that they are for the most part factual, taken from records with only names changed to protect the innocent. We…
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BIDDY – To the Coming Flowers
Awake, dear sleepers, from your wintry tombs; The sun has turned the point of Capricorn, And ‘gins to pluck from Winter’s wings the plumes Of darkness, and to wind his silver horn For your return. Come to your homes, forlorn In absence of your odours and your faces; Like Rachel weeps for you the reaved…
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Books available on Ebay UK
All the above books are available on http://www.ebay.uk with my latest work ‘Ballykillian Tales’. If you order them through Ebay they will come signed by the author. Good books to take on your vacation – Relaxing and humorous
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The Stories of Seamus No.2
Anne Maria Carew The following inscription was found in on a tombstone in the churchyard of Youghal that marks the grave of Anne Maria Carew, who died at the young age of 24 years. ’Tis ever thus, ’tis ever thus, when hope hath built a bow’r Like that of Eden, wreathed about with many a…
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The Fairies
Where are the wonderful elves, and the fairy creatures bright? Where are the tiny things that danced in the pale moonlight? Danced in a magic ring, and fluttered in robes of white, Like motes in the sunbeam whirled, like leaves in the forest hoar. Hark to the sound of the sea, and the cry of…
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Sisters
There are occasions when you come across some lovely pieces of poetry when you study folklore and customs. The following is a poem I picked up a few weeks ago and thought it was so nice that I should share it with you. As for the author, all I know is that it is by…
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The World’s Changes
By an unknown Irish Poet. The Solemn Shadow that bears in his hands The conquering Scythe and the Glass of Sands, Paused once on his flight where the sunrise shone On a warlike city’s towers of stone; And he asked of a panoplied soldier near, “How long has this fortressed city been here?” And the…
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You Can Guess
THERE are grottos in Wicklow, and groves in Kildare, And the loveliest glens robed with shamrock in Clare, And in fairy Killarney ’tis easy to find Sweet retreats where a swain can unburden his mind; But of all the dear spots in our emerald isle, Where verdure and sunshine crown life with a smile, There’s…
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The Well-Known Spot
A Poem by an Unknown late 19th Century Irish Poet Again, with joy I view the waking shore, Where mem’ries live for ever in their green, And from the solemn graveyard’s checkered floor Gaze fondly o’er the all-enchanting scene. The same sad rooks awake their mocking cries, And drooping willows weep the early grave, As…
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