Poems by Douglas Hyde
My Love, Oh, She Is My Love
... Who were than wild-blown ice more cold&emsp ...
I Shall Not Die For Thee
... Little palm, white neck, bright eye,&emsp ...
I Am Raferty
... With gentleness that has no misery ...
Bruadar And Smith And Glinn
... May pangs pass through thee, Smith,&emsp ...
A Poem To Be Said On Hearing The Birds Sing
... Now dawns the day, awake and pray,&emsp ...
Colum-Cilles Farewell To Ireland
... Yet my visit and feasting with Comgall have eased me&emsp ...
Ringleted Youth Of My Love
... And I thought after that you were more&emsp ...
My Grief On The Sea
... How the waves of it roll! ...
