I thought of your beauty， and this arrow， Made out of a wild thought， is in my marrow. There‘s no man may look upon her， no man， As when newly g...
O thought， fly to her when the end of day Awakens an old memory， and say， ‘Your strength， that is so lofty and fierce and kind， It might call up...
Never give all the heart， for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain， and they never dream That it fades out f...
The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand， Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand； Our courage breaks like an ol...
I heard the old， old men say， ‘Everything alters， And one by one we drop away.‘ They had hands like claws， and their knees Were twisted li...
I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde， Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow， nor Joyous Isle， Where one found Lancelot crazed and hid him for a w...
O hurry where by water among the trees The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh， When they have but looked upon their images— Would none had...
Sweetheart， do not love too long： I loved long and long， And grew to be out of fashion Like an old song. All through the years of our youth Neither co...
There‘s many a strong farmer Whose heart would break in two， If he could see the townland That we are riding to； Boughs have their fruit and blo...
Red Rose， proud Rose， sad Rose of all my days！ Come near me， while I sing the ancient ways： Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide； The Druid， grey， ...