| First Line | Name of Poem |
A man there came, whence none could tell A Nation's voice, a nation's voice Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born Am I remembered in Erin? As down by Banna's Banks I strayed, one evening in May Cold in the earth - and the deep snow above thee Did they dare, did they dare, to slay Eoghan Ruadh O'Neill? Do you remember long ago Kathleen? Doleful was the land Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Far from the churchyard dig his grave Four ducks on a pond From our hidden path Good-bye, good-bye to Summer Gray, gray is Abbey Asaroe, by Belashanny town He toiled to make our story stand I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night I know not whether laws be right I will go down amongst the people/Raghaidh me sios.... In Bodenstown churchyard there is a green grave In early morning twilight, raw and chill In the old marble town of Kilkenny In years to come when I am grown Joining Sir Ulick’s at the river’s bend Little Cowboy, what have you heard O pale green sea October - and the skies are cool and gray On Carrigdhoun the heath is brown Pluck not the wayside flower Raghaidh me sios i measc na daoine/I will go down amongst.... Remember, Denis, all I bade you say See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down Shall they bury me in the deep She is a rich and rare land That day I scored the winning goal! The Boy from his bedroom-window The Geraldines, The Geraldines! - 'tis full a thousand years These Little Songs Up the airy mountain We are the music makers When boyhood's fire was in my blood |
The Touchstone Nationality Adieu to Belshanny/Winding Bank's of Erne/Emigrant's Adieu Am I remembered in Erin? Molly Asthore Remembrance Lament for Death of Eoghan Ruadh O'Neill After Aughrim The Little Dell Down on the Shore A Grave A Memory The Others Robin Redbreast Abbey Assaroe The Dead Antiquary O'Donovan A Dream The Ballad of Reading Gaol Liberty/Saoirse Tone's Grave The Eviction Ninety-Eight To My Father - Orlaith Hearns (15) Laurence Bloomfield in Ireland (Extract) The Leprachaun or Fairy Shoemaker Aeolian Harp Late Autumn Lament of the Irish Maiden Wayside Flowers Saoirse/Liberty The Irish Widow's Message to her Son in America A Seed My Grave My Land The Man of Songs The Boy The Geraldines These Little Songs The Fairies Ode A Nation Once Again |
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