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Ceol Sidhe

© Francis Ledwidge

When May is here, and every morn

Is dappled with pied bells,

Western Camps

© Roderic Quinn

THREE men stood with their glasses lifted,
Night was around them and flaring lamps:
"Here's to the tried and true and sifted;
Here's to the flotsam tossed and drifted;

For Scotland

© Robert Fuller Murray

Beyond the Cheviots and the Tweed,
Beyond the Firth of Forth,
My memory returns at speed
To Scotland and the North.

An Epilogue To Love

© Arthur Symons

I

Love now, my heart, there is but now to love;

The Merchant Ship

© Henry Kendall

The Sun oer the waters was throwing

In the freshness of morning its beams;

Light

© George MacDonald

Dull horrid pools no motion making!
No bubble on the surface breaking!
The dead air lies, without a sound,
Heavy and moveless on the marshy ground.

The Unloved

© Arthur Symons

These are the women whom no man has loved.

Year after year, day after day has moved

dwell,
While he was acting (he would call it) well;
He bought as others buy, he sold as others sell;
There was no fraud, and he demanded cause
Why he was troubled when he kept the laws?"
"My laws!" said Conscience. "What," said he, "

Christmas

© Edith Nesbit

WITH garlands to grace it, with laughter to greet it,

Christmas is here, holly-red and snow-white,

Old Barnard -- A Monkish Tale

© Mary Darby Robinson

OLD BARNARD was still a lusty hind,

Though his age was full fourscore;

Daphles. An Argive Story

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

But the Queen's host by skilful champions led,
Its powers meanwhile concentred to a head,
Lay, an embattled force with wary eye,
Ready to ward or strike whene'er the cry
Of coming foemen on their ears should fall,
Nigh the huge towers which guard the capital.

The Birds Of Cirencester

© Francis Bret Harte

Did I ever tell you, my dears, the way

That the birds of Cisseter--"Cisseter!" eh?

Flower-De-Luce: Palingenesis

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I lay upon the headland-height, and listened
To the incessant sobbing of the sea
In caverns under me,
And watched the waves, that tossed and fled and glistened,
Until the rolling meadows of amethyst
Melted away in mist.

The Vision Of The Holy Grail

© Eugene Field

_Deere Chryste, let not the cheere of earth,
To fill our hearts with heedless mirth
This holy Christmasse time;
But give us of thy heavenly cheere
That we may hold thy love most deere
And know thy peace sublime._

The Golden Legend: Prologue & 1.

_Lucifer._ HASTEN! hasten!
O ye spirits!
From its station drag the ponderous
Cross of iron, that to mock us
Is uplifted high in air!

Bending The Bow

You stand behind the where-I-am.
The deep tones and shadows I will call a woman.
The quick high notes... You are a girl there too,
having something of sister and of wife,
inconsolate,
and I would play Orpheus for you again,

On the Death of a Young Friend, of Fever, at Laguira

By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed;
By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed;
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned;
By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourned. ~ POPE.