Hic Yet surely there are men who have made their art Out of no tragic war; lovers of life, Impulsive men, that look for happiness, And sing when they have found it. Ille No, not sing, For those that love the world serve it in action, Grow rich, popular, and full of influence; And...
O well for him who lives at ease With garnered gold in wide domain, Nor heeds the splashing of the rain, The crashing down of forest trees. - O well for him who ne'er hath known The travail of the hungry years, A father grey with grief and tears, A mother weeping...
As down the street she wambled slow, She had not got a place to go: She had not got a place to fall And rest herself—no place at all. She stumped along and wagged her pate And said a thing was desperate. Her face was screwed and wrinkled tight Just like a...Read More
O Love builds on the azure sea, And Love builds on the golden sand, And Love builds on the rose-winged cloud, And sometimes Love builds on the land! O if Love build on sparkling sea, And if Love build on golden strand, And if Love build on rosy cloud, To Love these...Read More
"These lines were sent to me by William Smith O’Brien, the evening of Monday, October 8, 1848, the day on which sentence of death was passed upon him." -THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER (October 12, 1848) Never despair! Let the feeble in spirit Bow like the willow that stoops...Read More
Not every thought can find its words, Not all within is known; For minds and hearts have many chords That never yield their tone. Tastes, instincts, feelings, passions, powers, Sleep there, unfelt, unseen; And other lives lie hid in ours— The lives that might have been; Affections whose transforming force Could mould the heart...Read More
Some murmur when their sky is clear And wholly bright to view, If one small speck of dark appear In their great heaven of blue; And some with thankful love are filled If but one streak of light, One ray of God’s good mercy, gild The darkness of their night. In palaces are...Read More
As a naked man I go Through the desert sore afraid, Holding up my head although I’m as frightened as a maid. The couching lion there I saw From barren rocks lift up his eye; He parts the cactus with his paw, He stares at me as I go by. He would follow...Read More
AS I went up and he came down, my little six-year boy, Upon the stairs we met and kissed, I and my tender Joy. Oh! fond and true, as lovers do, we kissed and clasped and parted; And I went up and he went down, refreshed and happy-hearted. What...Read More