Lament For The Princes Of Tyrone And Tyrconnel

Buried in San Pietro Montorio at Rome Addressed to Nuala, the O'Donnell's sister, by Owen Roe mac an Bhaird (or Ward), the family Bard, in 1608-9. mound of clay With sigh and groan, Would God thou wert among the Gael Thou would'st not then from day to day Weep thus alone. 'Twere long before one could find This loneliness Near where Beann-Boirche's banners wave, Such grief as thine could ne'er have pined Beside the wave in Donegal, In Antrim's glens, or fair Dromore, Or Killilee, On Derry's...

Ohusseys Ode To The Maguire

Eochadh O'Hosey or Hussey was bard of the Maguires of Fermanagh. The campaign of Hugh Maguire, celebrated in this poem, was undertaken in 1599-1600 into Munster. Where is my chief, my master, this bleak night, mavrone O cold, cold, miserably cold is this bleak night for Hugh Its showery, arrowy, speary sleet pierceth one thro' and thro', Rolls real thunder Or was that red vivid light Only a meteor I scarce know but through the midnight dim The pitiless ice-wind streams. Except the hate that...

The Saltair Na Rann

Provided that I fall (jrst the measure) for my sins, for my transgression, clearly the greater mercy will thy God shew towards thee. Greatly have we offended the King, said he, said Adam, without contempt, O Wife, I will not commit murder on thee, though I be famished, thorgh I be naked. I will not lift my hand upon my own blood, my own flesh how great scever thy crime, it is from my body thou art It is not fitting for us in any way to outrage Him igain so th t the true Prince, O wife, may not...

Shule Aroon

Sir Charles Gavan Duffy says that the date of this ballad is not positively known, but it appears to be early in the eighteenth century, when the flower of the Catholic youth of Ireland were drawn away to recruit the ranks of the Irish Brigade abroad. It is accompanied by an air of deep sentiment and touching simplicity. Ballad Poetry of Ireland. I would I were on yonder hill, 'Tis there I'd sit and cry ray fill, And every tear would turn a mill, Is go d-teidh tu, a mhurnin, slan I Siubhail,...

The Song Of The Seven Archangels

Now, Gabriel, be with my heart On this first day of seven, He, first of the Archangels And Thou, High King of Heaven. Michael be mine, if Monday dawn, Michael I call upon, There is none like thee, Michael, None but Jesu, Mary's Son. And oh if Tuesday sorrow bring, Let Raphael help it forth, One of the seven that hears us weep, Sad women of this earth. And Uriel hear, if Wednesday wake, In his nobility, And heal our wounds and care for us And calm this wind-torn sea. And Sariel, should Thursday...

Ancient Pagan Poems

The Source of Poetic Inspiration (founded on translation by Whitley Stokes) 53 Amorgen's Song (founded on translation by John Greeting to the New-born Babe . . . .61 What is Love 62 Laegh's Description of Fairy-land 65 The Lamentation of Fand when she is about to The Song of the Fairies . . . A. H. Leahy 73 The great Lamentation of Deirdre for the Sons of

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The voice of iovc is alilce in every age. It has no date. Having written so far, we begin to wonder whether it was wise or necessary to set so much prose between the reader and the poems which, as we hope, he wishes to read. In an ordinary anthology, the nterruptien of a long preface is a stake and an intrusion, for, more than any other good art, good poetry must explain itself. The mood in which a poem touches us acutely may be recorded, but it cannot be...