Poems by Thomas Osborne Davis
My Land
... III. She's not a dull or cold land ...
Love And War
... II. Oh! love is more fair than the moonlight, ...
Oh! The Marriage
... The neighbours think much of his skill, ...
The Green Above The Red
... " VI. And 'tis for this we think and toil, and knowledge strive to glean, ...
The Right Road
... Thus must greatness still be sought, ...
The Vow Of Tipperary
... II. Too long we fought for Britain's cause, ...
O'Brien Of Ara
... _Ceithearn_ and _buannacht_ are coming here ...
The Girl Of Dunbwy
... IV. But, pale as her cheek is, there's fruit on her lip, ...
Nationality
... III. A nation's right, a nation's right-- ...
The Flowers Of Finae
... " VII. Eight long years have passed, till she's nigh broken-hearted, ...
Lament For The Death Of Eoghan Ruadh ONeill
... May God wither up their hearts! May their blood cease to flow,&emsp ...
Fontenoy
... tore; The English strove with desperate strength, paused, rallied, staggered, ...
The Dugannon Convention
... III. O'er the green hills of Ulster their banners are spread, ...
The West's Sleep
... II. That chainless wave and lovely land ...
Blind Mary
... IV. In vain for the thoughtless are sunburst and shade, ...
