Poems by Denis Florence MacCarthy
A Shamrock From The Irish Shore
... Half hiding, 'neath their trembling flowers, ...
The Arraying
... The world still lives, though spring be dead- ...
The Wonder-Working Magician - Act I
... [He resumes his reading, without perceiving the approach of those who enter ...
Cease To Do Evil Learn To Do Well
... To walk with Newton through the immense of heaven, ...
To The Memory Of Father Prout
... So where'er thou sleepest, with a love that's deepest, ...
The Clan of MacCaura
... Nor the "clairsech's" sweet notes, now in mirth, now in sorrow, ...
The Bridal of the Year
... They roam the Sutton's sea-washed shore, or soft Shanganah's strand ...
The Bath Of The Streams
... But the swift streams speed them ...
The Pillar Towers of Ireland
... And the warm blood of the victim have these gray old temples drunk, ...
The Spirit Of The Snow
... Fly from out their tingling fingers, like white fireballs on the foe ...
The Banished Spirit's Song
... Or a rose-leaf plucked from the neighbouring trees, ...
Ferdiah; Or, The Fight At The Ford
... CUCHULLIN. Even though he left me crippled, maimed, and lame, ...
The Purgatory Of St. Patrick - Act I
... * * The Scene passes in Ireland, in the Court of King Egerius, and other parts ...
Kate of Kenmare
... Though strange lips may praise thee, and strange arms enfold thee, ...
The Tidings
... While its sister coo'd in the midst of the grove, ...
