Francis Ledwidge

Francis Ledwidge

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

To An Old Quill Of Lord Dunsanys

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Before you leave my hands'
To lie where many odd things meet you,
Neglected darkling of the Muses,
I, the last of singers, greet you
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The Lost Ones

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Somewhere is music from the linnets' bills,
And thro' the sunny flowers the bee-wings drone,
And white bells of convolvulus on hills Of quiet May make silent ringing, blown Hither and thither by the wind of showers,
And somewhere al...
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The Wife of Llew

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And Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring: "Come now and let us make a wife for Llew
" And so they broke broad boughs yet moist with dew,
And in a shadow made a magic ring:
They took the violet and the meadow-sweet To f...
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Two Songs

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I will come no more awhile,
Song-time is over
A fire is burning in my heart,
I was ever a rover
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Ardan Mór

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AS I was climbing Ardan Mór From the shore of Sheelin lake, I met the herons coming down Before the water’s wake
And they were talking in their flight Of dreamy ways the herons go When all the hills are withered up Nor any waters flow
...
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The Lanawn Shee

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Powdered and perfumed the full
Winged heavily across the clover,
And where the hills were dim with dew,
Purple and blue the west leaned over
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Ireland

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I called you by sweet names by wood and linn,
You answered not because my voice was new,
And you were listening for the hounds of
And the long hosts of Lugh
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