Poems

The Meeting of the Waters There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; […]

The Minstrel Boy The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you’ll find him; His father’s sword he has girded on, And […]

The Mountain Sprite In yonder valley there dwelt, alone, A youth, whose moments had calmly flown, ‘Till spells came o’er him, and, day and night, He […]

The Night Dance Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high, And, as true to her beam as the tides of the ocean, Young […]

The Origin of the Harp Tis believed that this Harp, which I wake now for thee Was a Siren of old, who sung under the sea; […]

The Parallel Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling, In shame and in sorrow, thy wither’d-up heart — If drinking deep, deep, of the same […]

The Prince’s Day Though dark are our sorrows, today we’ll forget them, And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers: There never were hearts, […]

The Sinking Fund Cried [“Now what, we ask, is become of this Sinking Fund – these eight millions of surplus above expenditure, which were to reduce […]

The Song of Fionnuala Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water, Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose, While, murmuring mournfully, Lir’s lonely […]

The Song of O’Ruark, Prince of Breffni The valley lay smiling before me, Where lately I left her behind; Yet I trembled, and something hung o’er […]