Tag: Poetry
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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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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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Funeral Among the Little People
The term of Fairy life appears… Restricted to a thousand years ; ` And hence, ’tis said, the envious spite, With which some fairy elves delight ‘ To vex those days with care and strife, Which prelude man’s immortal life. Though Fancy’s eye at eve has seen Bright fairies dancing on the green ; And […]
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THE CHURCH OF BALLYMORE.
I HAVE knelt in great cathedrals with their wondrous naves and aisles, Whose fairy arches blend and interlace, Where the sunlight on the paintings like a ray of glory smiles, And the shadows seem to sanctify the place; Where the organ’s tones, like echoes of an angel’s trumpet roll, Wafted down by seraph wings from […]
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The Mountain Walk
By and Unknown Irish Poet From the haunts of busy life, Homes of care, and paths of strife, Up the breezy mountain way, ’Mid the upper fields of day, Let me wander, far and lonely, Without guide, save nature only; And still ever as I go, Lose all thought of things below, Cast all sorrow […]
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