PoemsT. F. Unwin, 1895 - 285 ページ |
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ALEEL ANASHUYA angels BALLAD Ballisodare beautiful birds boughs brazen BRIDGET BRUIN bring CHILD Concobar Coolaney COUNTESS CATHLEEN cried Cuhoollin Danaan dance dark dawn dead demons door dreams drop Druid eyes face faery FATHER HART feet Fenian cycle Fenians Fergus fire flame fled foam Fomorian Fomoroh gaze gentle glimmering goes gold grass gray gray owl green hair hands head hear heard heart hither horned owls hounds hush kiss knees Knocknarea land light lips lonely MAIRE BRUIN MAURTEEN BRUIN merry milk moon mournful Moytura murmuring Neave night OONA pale passed peace pearl-pale PEASANT WOMAN porringer Red Branch kings rode Rose sang SECOND MERCHANT shadow shaking SHAWN BRUIN sheogues sigh singing sleep Sligo song Sorrow souls stars stept tears TEIG and SHEMUS things tide tongue trees Usheen VIJAYA wandering waves weary weep wind wings woods words young
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201 ページ - I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full...
202 ページ - And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings ; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore ; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.
196 ページ - THE ROSE OF THE WORLD Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? For these red lips, with all their mournful pride, Mournful that no new wonder may betide, Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam, And Usna's children died.
167 ページ - The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away While the faeries dance in a place apart, Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring, Tossing their milk-white arms in the air; For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and sing Of a land where even the old are fair, And even the wise are merry of tongue; Bui I heard a reed of Coolaney say, " When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung, The lonely of heart is withered away.
156 ページ - Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue...
189 ページ - I see my life go drifting like a river From change to change; I have been many things A green drop in the surge, a gleam of light Upon a sword, a fir-tree on a hill, An old slave grinding at a heavy quern, A king sitting upon a chair of gold — And all these things were wonderful and great; But now I have grown nothing, knowing all.
157 ページ - My colleen, I have seen some other girls Restless and ill at ease, but years went by And they grew like their neighbours and were glad In minding children, working at the churn, And gossiping of weddings and of wakes ; For life moves out of a red flare of dreams Into a common light of common hours, Until old age bring the red flare again.
223 ページ - Nor may I less be counted one With Davis, Mangan, Ferguson, Because to him, who ponders well, My rhymes more than their rhyming tell Of things discovered in the deep, Where only body's laid asleep.
224 ページ - And all benighted things that go About my table to and fro, Are passing on to where may be, In truth's consuming ecstasy, No place for love and dream at all; For God goes by with white footfall. I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.
229 ページ - Go gather by the humming sea Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell, And to its lips thy story tell, And they thy comforters will be, Rewording in melodious guile Thy fretful words a little while, Till they shall singing fade in ruth, 240 And die a pearly brotherhood ; For words alone are certain good : Sing then, for this is also sooth.