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The Rain: A Song Of Peace The Rain: A Song Of Peace

The Rain: A Song Of Peace
The Rain: a Song of Peace.(1)The Rain, the Rain, the beautiful Rain--Welcome, welcome, it cometh again;It cometh with green to gladden the plain,And to wake the sweets in the winding lane.The Rain, the Rain, the beautiful Rain,It fills the flowers to their tiniest vein,Till they rise from the sod whereon they had lain--Ah, me! ah, me! like an army slain.The Rain, the Rain, the beautiful Rain,Each drop is a link of a diamond chainThat unites the earth with its sin and its stainTo the radiant realm where God doth reign.The Rain, the Rain, the beautiful Rain,Each drop is a tear not... Poems - Post by : Bill_Bradley - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 3361

The Irish Emigrant's Mother The Irish Emigrant's Mother

The Irish Emigrant's Mother
"Oh! come, my mother, come away, across the sea-green water;Oh! come with me, and come with him, the husband of thy daughter;Oh! come with us, and come with them, the sister and the brother,Who, prattling climb thy ag'ed knees, and call thy daughter--mother."Oh come, and leave this land of death--this isle of desolation--This speck upon the sunbright face of God's sublime creation,Since now o'er all our fatal stars the most malign hath risen,When Labour seeks the poorhouse, and Innocence the prison."'Tis true, o'er all the sun-brown fields the husky wheat is bending;'Tis true, God's blessed hand at last a better time... Poems - Post by : armsonfire - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 3334

Italian Myrtles Italian Myrtles

Italian Myrtles
(Suggested by seeing for the first time fire-flies in the myrtle hedges at Spezzia.)By many a soft Ligurian bay The myrtles glisten green and bright,Gleam with their flowers of snow by day, And glow with fire-flies through the night,And yet, despite the cold and heat,Are ever fresh, and pure, and sweet.There is an island in the West, Where living myrtles bloom and blow,Hearts where the fire-fly Love my rest Within a paradise of snow--Which yet, despite the cold and heat,Are ever fresh, and pure, and sweet.Deep in that gentle breast of thine-- Like fire and snow... Poems - Post by : xlfutur1 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 997

A Shamrock From The Irish Shore A Shamrock From The Irish Shore

A Shamrock From The Irish Shore
(On receiving a Shamrock in a Letter from Ireland.)O postman! speed thy tardy gait-- Go quicker round from door to door;For thee I watch, for thee I wait, Like many a weary wanderer more.Thou brightest news of bale and bliss-- Some life begun, some life well o'er.He stops--he rings!--O heaven! what's this?-- A shamrock from the Irish shore!Dear emblem of my native land, By fresh fond words kept fresh and green;The pressure of an unfelt hand-- The kisses of a lip unseen;A throb from my dead mother's heart-- My father's smile revived once more--Oh,... Poems - Post by : jlmason - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 3421

Darrynane Darrynane

Darrynane
(Written in 1844, after a visit to Darrynane Abbey.)Where foams the white torrent, and rushes the rill,Down the murmuring slopes of the echoing hill--Where the eagle looks out from his cloud-crested crags,And the caverns resound with the panting of stags--Where the brow of the mountain is purple with heath,And the mighty Atlantic rolls proudly beneath,With the foam of its waves like the snowy 'fenane'--(1)Oh! that is the region of wild Darrynane!Oh! fair are the islets of tranquil Glengariff,And wild are the sacred recesses of Scariff,And beauty, and wildness, and grandeur commingleBy Bantry's broad bosom, and wave-wasted Dingle;But wild as the wildest,... Poems - Post by : Cybersell - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 2358

All Fool's Day All Fool's Day

All Fool's Day
The Sun called a beautiful Beam, that was playing At the door of his golden-wall'd palace on high;And he bade him be off, without any delaying, To a fast-fleeting Cloud on the verge of the sky:"You will give him this letter," said roguish Apollo (While a sly little twinkle contracted his eye),With my royal regards; and be sure that you follow Whatsoever his Highness may send in reply."The Beam heard the order, but being no novice, Took it coolly, of course--nor in this was he wrong--But was forced (being a clerk in Apollo's post-office) To... Poems - Post by : Claud - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 889

The Birth Of The Spring The Birth Of The Spring

The Birth Of The Spring
O Kathleen, my darling, I've dreamt such a dream,'Tis as hopeful and bright as the summer's first beam:I dreamt that the World, like yourself, darling dear,Had presented a son to the happy New Year!Like yourself, too, the poor mother suffered awhile,But like yours was the joy, at her baby's first smile,When the tender nurse, Nature, quick hastened to flingHer sun-mantle round, as she fondled THE SPRING.O Kathleen, 'twas strange how the elements all,With their friendly regards, condescended to call:The rough rains of winter like summer-dews fell,And the North-wind said, zephyr-like: "Is the World well?"And the streams ran quick-sparkling to tell... Poems - Post by : opulyst - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 2749

Sunny Days In Winter Sunny Days In Winter

Sunny Days In Winter
Summer is a glorious season Warm, and bright, and pleasant;But the Past is not a reason To despise the Present.So while health can climb the mountain, And the log lights up the hall,There are sunny days in Winter, after all!Spring, no doubt, hath faded from us, Maiden-like in charms;Summer, too, with all her promise, Perished in our arms.But the memory of the vanished, Whom our hearts recall,Maketh sunny days in Winter, after all!True, there's scarce a flower that bloometh, All the best are dead;But the wall-flower still perfumeth Yonder garden-bed.And the arbutus pearl-blossom'd... Poems - Post by : Writer - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 1333

To June To June

To June
WRITTEN AFTER AN UNGENIAL MAY.I'll heed no more the poet's lay-- His false-fond song shall charm no more-- My heart henceforth shall but adoreThe real, not the misnamed May.Too long I've knelt, and vainly hung My offerings round an empty name; O May! thou canst not be the sameAs once thou wert when Earth was young.Thou canst not be the same to-day-- The poet's dream--the lover's joy:-- The floral heaven of girl and boyWere heaven no more, if thou wert May.If thou wert May, then May is cold, And, oh! how changed from what... Poems - Post by : CharlesClift - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 1788

Youth And Age Youth And Age

Youth And Age
To give the blossom and the fruit The soft warm air that wraps them round,Oh! think how long the toilsome root Must live and labour 'neath the ground.To send the river on its way, With ever deepening strength and force,Oh! think how long 'twas let to play, A happy streamlet, near its source.(The end)Denis Florence MacCarthy's poem: Youth And Age... Poems - Post by : mkhera - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 2749

Those Shandon Bells Those Shandon Bells

Those Shandon Bells
(The remains of the Rev. Francis Mahony were laid in the family burial-place in St. Anne Shandon Churchyard, the "Bells," which he has rendered famous, tolling the knell of the poet, who sang of their sweet chimes.)Those Shandon bells, those Shandon bells!Whose deep, sad tone now sobs, now swells--Who comes to seek this hallowed ground,And sleep within their sacred sound?'Tis one who heard these chimes when young,And who in age their praises sung,Within whose breast their music madeA dream of home where'er he strayed.And, oh! if bells have power to-dayTo drive all evil things away,Let doubt be dumb, and envy cease--And... Poems - Post by : Dougi - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 3628

To The Memory Of Father Prout To The Memory Of Father Prout

To The Memory Of Father Prout
In deep dejection, but with affection, I often think of those pleasant times,In the days of Fraser, ere I touched a razor, How I read and revell'd in thy racy rhymes;When in wine and wassail, we to thee were vassal, Of Watergrass-hill, O renowned P.P.! May the bells of Shandon Toll blithe and bland on The pleasant waters of thy memory!Full many a ditty, both wise and witty, In this social city have I heard since then(With the glass before me, how... Poems - Post by : David_Cash - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 2119

Spring Flowers From Ireland Spring Flowers From Ireland

Spring Flowers From Ireland
On receiving an early crocus and some violets in a letter from Ireland.Within the letter's rustling fold I find once more a glad surprise--A little tiny cup of gold-- Two little lovely violet eyes;A cup of gold with emeralds set, Once filled with wine from happier spheres;Two little eyes so lately wet With spring's delicious dewy tears.Oh! little eyes that wept and laughed, Now bright with smiles, with tears now dim,Oh! little cup that once was quaffed By fay-queens fluttering round thy rim.I press each silken fringe's fold, Sweet little eyes once more ye... Poems - Post by : FrannieC - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 1717

Lost And Found Lost And Found

Lost And Found
"Whither art thou gone, fair Una? Una fair, the moon is gleaming;Fear no mortal eye, fair Una, For the very flowers are dreaming.And the twinkling stars are closing Up their weary watching glances,Warders on heaven's walls reposing, While the glittering foe advances."Una dear, my heart is throbbing, Full of throbbings without number;Come! the tired-out streams are sobbing Like to children ere they slumber;And the longing trees inclining, Seek the earth's too distant bosom;Sad fate! that keeps from intertwining The earthly and the aerial blossom."Una dear, I've roamed the mountain, Round the furze... Poems - Post by : ivewon - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 2348

Dolores Dolores

Dolores
The moon of my soul is dark, Dolores, Dead and dark in my breast it lies,For I miss the heaven of thy smile, Dolores, And the light of thy brown bright eyes.The rose of my heart is gone, Dolores, Bud or blossom in vain I seek;For I miss the breath of thy lip, Dolores, And the blush of thy pearl-pale cheek.The pulse of my heart is still, Dolores, Still and chill is its glowing tide;For I miss the beating of thine, Dolores, In the vacant space by my side.But the moon shall revisit my soul,... Poems - Post by : DanThies - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 1212

Recollections Recollections

Recollections
Ah! summer time, sweet summer scene, When all the golden days, Linked hand-in-hand, like moonlit fays,Danced o'er the deepening green.When, from the top of Pelier(1) down We saw the sun descend, With smiles that blessings seemed to sendTo our near native town.And when we saw him rise again High o'er the hills at morn-- God's glorious prophet daily bornTo preach good will to men--Good-will and peace to all between The gates of night and day-- Join with... Poems - Post by : coastline - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 573

The Spirit Of The Ideal The Spirit Of The Ideal

The Spirit Of The Ideal
Sweet sister spirits, ye whose starlight tresses Stream on the night-winds as ye float along,Missioned with hope to man--and with caressesTo slumbering babes--refreshment to the strong-- And grace the sensuous soul that it's arrayed in:As the light burden of melodious songWeighs down a poet's words;--as an o'erladen Lily doth bend beneath its own pure snow;Or with its joy, the free heart of a maiden:--Thus, I behold your outstretched pinions grow Heavy with all the priceless gifts and gracesGod through thy ministration doth bestow.Do ye not plant the rose on youthful faces? And rob the heavens of... Poems - Post by : santosrod - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 605

The Lay Missioner The Lay Missioner

The Lay Missioner
Had I a wish--'twere this, that heaven would make My heart as strong to imitate as love, That half its weakness it could leave, and take Some spirit's strength, by which to soar above, A lordly eagle mated with a dove. Strong-will and warm affection, these be mine; Without the one no dreams has fancy wove, Without the other soon these dreams decline,Weak children of the heart, which fade away and pine! Strong have I been in love, if not in will; Affections crowd and people all the past, And now,... Poems - Post by : novasoft - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 1512

'not Known' "not Known"

'not Known'
On receiving through the Post-Office a Returned Letter from an old residence, marked on the envelope, "Not Known."A beauteous summer-home had I As e'er a bard set eyes on--A glorious sweep of sea and sky, Near hills and far horizon.Like Naples was the lovely bay, The lovely hill like Rio--And there I lived for many a day In Campo de Estio.It seemed as if the magic scene No human skill had planted;The trees remained for ever green, As if they were enchanted:And so I said to Sweetest-eyes, My dear, I think that we oweTo... Poems - Post by : Volcom - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 855

To Ethna To Ethna

To Ethna
First loved, last loved, best loved of all I've loved! Ethna, my boyhood's dream, my manhood's light, Pure angel spirit, in whose light I've moved, Full many a year, along life's darksome night! Thou wert my star, serenely shining bright Beyond youth's passing clouds and mists obscure Thou wert the power that kept my spirit white, My soul unsoiled, my heart untouched and pure.Thine was the light from heaven that ever must endure. Purest, and best, and brightest, no mishap, No chance, or change can break our mutual ties; My heart... Poems - Post by : bongo3 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Denis Florence Maccarthy - Read : 1235