Category: Poetry
The truth of this Irish proverb strikes us forcibly as we glance through any such collection of Gaelic poetry as this, and consider how these lays, the dates of whose composition extend from the eighth to the present century, have been preserved to us.
You promised me high-heeled shoes, And satin and silk, my storeen, And to follow me, never to lose, Though the ocean were round us roaring; Like a bush in a gap in a wall I am n...
11. Part 11O Jesus, and Mary who fostered the King of Grace, Be ye the friends of my soul, in every time and place, Cold as a stone lies my soul, unheeding the things above, Smooth Thou my...
13. Part 13My thousand treasures and my love, At break of summer let us rove, And watch the flickering twilight dwell Above the windings of the dell. I claim no gift of cows and sheep; But...
10. Part 10Upon the shore, in wild despair, your aged father stood, And gazed upon his Daniel's corse, too late snatched from the flood! I saw him pale and lifeless lie, no more to see the...
2. Part 2The early poetry, we feel, is on the whole joyous; whether pagan or Christian in tone, it arises from a happy heart. The pagan is more robust, more vigorous; the Christian gentl...
5. Part 5"The soul that God created in me, it is He who recalled it in its uncleanliness; let it go to him perfectly to His dwelling with the accompanying of angel-hosts.
9. Part 9Oh, had these twain, and he, the third, The Lord of Mourne, O'Niall's son (Their mate in death, A prince in look, in deed, and word), Had these three heroes yielded on The field...
7. Part 7The mighty wolf from his lair 'neath the rath on the East of Drumm Dara, To the banquet of bones will betake him, prime chief of the curs he will boast him.
4. Part 4[31] "I heard a voice from heaven, as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of a great thunder; and I heard the voice of harpers harping with their harps" (Rev. xiv. 2).
6. Part 6The sound of the wave was the voice of Noisi, Melodious music that wearied not ever; Mellow the rich-toned notes of Ardan, Or the deep chant of Ainle through the hunting-booth.
8. Part 8Son of God, great Lord of wonder, Save me from the ravening thunder, By the feast before Thy dying, Save me from the tempest crying And from Hell, tempestuous under.
14. Part 14"The Parting of Goll with his Wife." From _Duanaire Finn_, edited by Prof. John MacNeill (Irish Texts Soc, vii., 1908), pp. 23 and 121. Goll was leader of the Connaught Fians an...
3. Part 3Where the outward distractions of life are few, the grave monotony of sea and moor and bog-land, the swirl of cloud and mist, and the loneliness of waste places sink more deeply...
1. Part 1The truth of this Irish proverb strikes us forcibly as we glance through any such collection of Gaelic poetry as this, and consider how these lays, the dates of whose compositio...
15. Part 15"Before the sun rose at yesterdawn." Original in Walsh's _Irish Popular Songs_, 2nd ed. (Gill & Son, Dublin), p. 146. Edward Walsh, who translated into English verse a great num...