A gaunt built woman and her son-in-law— A broad-faced fellow, with such flesh as shows Nothing but easy nature—and his wife,
The woman’s daughter, who spills all her talk Out of a wide mouth, but who has eyes as gray As Connemara, where the m...
I’LL be an otter, and I’ll let you swim A mate beside me; we will venture down A deep, dark river, when the sky above Is shut of the sun; spoilers are we,
Thick-coated; no dog’s tooth can bite at our veins With eyes and ears of poachers; deep...
Two little creatures with faces the size of a pair of pennies are clasping each other "Ah do not leave me" One says to the other in the high monkey - cage in the beast shop there are no people to gape at them now for people are loth peer...
I'LL be an otter, and I'll let you swimA mate beside me; we will venture downA deep, full river when the sky
Is shut of the sun; spoilers are we;
Thick-coated; no dog's tooth can bite at our
With ears and eyes of poachers; deep-earthed
My young love said to me:
My mother won't mind,
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind
She put her arms 'round me; these words she did say:
RE is an hour, they say,
On which your dream has power:
Then all you wish for comes,
As comes the lost
The Swallows
EN to us
Your fields, and your cotes, and your glebes;
Secret our nests
O woman, shapely as the swan,
On your account I shall not die:
The men you've slain — a trivial clan — Were less than I
I ask me shall I die for these — For blossom teeth and scarlet lips — And shall that delicate swan-shape Bring m...
HE birds that soar break
Like heavy bodies hurled
Not so the birds of
They move as in a
IT'S my fear that my wake won't be quiet,
Nor my wake house a silent place :
For who would keep back the
Who would touch my breast and my face
HT," you said, "to-night, all Ireland
The curlews call
" The dinner-talk went on,
And I knew what you heard and what you saw,
First Old Man He threw his crutched stick down: there came Into his face the anger flame,
And he spoke viciously of one Who thwarted him—his son’s son
He turned his head away
—“I hate Absurdity of language, prate From growing fellows