Poems by Denis Florence MacCarthy
The Living Land
... Yet our breasts will throb, and the tears will throng ...
Dolores
... But the moon shall revisit my soul, Dolores, ...
Ireland
... They are gasping for existence where the streams of life are flowing, ...
The Price Of Freedom
... Those who crush, and scorn, and slight thee, ...
The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 - The Promised Land
... When the dark chambers--men's death homes shall burst, ...
To Kenelm Henry Digby
... (On being presented by him with a copy, painted by himself, of a rare ...
The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 - The Vocation
... 'Tis through our sighs hope's kindling sunbeams play ...
Autumn Fears
... From morn till night, from night till morn, ...
The Year-King
... The streams' blue eyes flashed bright with smiles ...
To Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
... Walked the rough road that up to heaven's gate led: ...
The Meetings Of The Flowers
... The flower[110] whose bronz`ed cheeks recalls ...
The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 - The Buried City
... Down through the waves on which the blue heavens smiled: ...
Over the Sea
... Shall be winter, when homeward returning, thy swift vessel wingeth ...
The Purgatory Of St. Patrick - Act III
... SCENE I. JUAN PAUL, dressed ridiculously as a soldier, and LUIS ENIUS, very pensive ...
Welcome, May
... Mirth alone should dance and play- ...
