Poems by John Millington Synge
The Curse
... [To a sister of an enemy of the author's who disapproved of `The Playboy'] ...
Prelude
... Through Wicklow from the morning till the night, ...
In Glencullen
... Take thought of kestril, sparrow-hawk, ...
Beg-Innish
... Four strings I've brought from Spain and France ...
The Passing Of The Shee
... We'll search in Red Dan Sally's ditch, ...
In Kerry
... What change you'd wrought in graveyard, rock and sea, ...
Dread
... Then I sat lonely watching score and score, ...
I've Thirty Months
... I've thirty months, and that's my pride, ...
To The Oaks Of Glencree
... Then in Mount Jerome I will lie, poor wretch, &emsp ...
Danny
... Then some destroyed him with their heels, ...
On An Anniversary
... The Sixteen-thirteen till two score and nine, ...
A Translation From Petrarch
... rudge I am bearing against Death, that is standing in her two eyes, and will not call me with a word ...
Queens
... Yet these are rotten - I ask their pardon - ...
