Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922.
Index to First Lines
- A bansha Peeler wint won night
- Adieu to Belashanny, where I was bred and born
- A fragrant prayer upon the air
- Ah, had you seen the Coolun
- Ah, where, Kincora! is Brian the Great?
- Alas for the voyage, O High King of Heaven
- All in the April evening
- All that was beautiful and just
- A pity beyond all telling
- A plenteous place is Ireland for hospitable cheer
- As I roved out on a May morning
- As I was climbing Ardan Mór
- A terrible and splendid trust
- At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping
- At the Yellow Bohereen
- A voice on the winds
- A woman had I seen, as I rode by
- Because I used to shun
- Be this the fate
- Blithe the bright dawn found me
- Bruadar and Smith and Glinn
- By Memory inspired
- Clear as air, the western waters
- Come all ye lads and lassies and listen to me a while
- Come buy my fine wares
- Dark eyes, wonderful, strange and dear they shone
- Did they dare, did they dare, to slay Eoghan Ruadh O’Neill?
- Do you remember that night
- Draw near to the tables, ye that wear the cloaks
- Dream-fair, besides dream waters, it stands alone
- Ebbing, the wave of the sea
- Establish in some better way
- Farewell, O Patrick Sarsfield, may luck be on your path!
- Four sharp scythes sweeping—in concert keeping
- From our hidden places
- Get up, our Anna dear, from the weary spinning-wheel
- Good neighbors, dear, be cautious
- Grief on the death, it has blackened my heart
- Had I a golden pound to spend
- Happy the stark bare wood on the hill of Bree!
- Have you been at Carrick, and saw my true-love there?
- Heaven help your home to-night
- He shall not hear the bittern cry
- He whom a dream hath possessed knoweth no more of doubting
- His songs were a little phrase
- How hard is my fortune
- How oft has the Banshee cried!
- I am Raferty the Poet
- I arise to-day
- I dreamt last night of you, John-John
- If sadly thinking, with spirits sinking
- I go down from the hill in gladness
- I grieve when I think on the dear happy days of my youth
- I have not gathered gold
- I hear an army charging upon the land
- I heard the Poor Old Woman say
- I hear the wind a-blowing
- I invoke the land of Ireland
- I know my Love by his way of walking
- Iknow where I’m going
- Ilie down with God, and may God lie down with me
- I’ll be an otter, and I’ll let you swim
- I met the Love-Talker one eve in the glen
- In a quiet water’d land, a land of roses
- In cavan of little lakes
- In the scented bud of the morning—O
- In the sleepy forest where the bluebells
- In the youth of summer
- I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
- I saw her once, one little while, and then no more
- I saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
- I speak with a proud tongue of the people who were
- I speak your name—a magic thing
- Is there one desires to hear
- It was by yonder thorn I saw the fairy host
- It was early, early in the spring
- I walked entranced
- I walked through Ballinderry in the spring-time
- I was milking in the meadow when I heard the Banshee Keening
- I whispered my great sorrow
- I will row my boat on Muckross Lake when the grey of the dove
- July the first, of a morning clear
- Let me thy properties explain
- Like a sleeping swine upon the skyline
- Long they pine in weary woe, the nobles of our land
- Many are praised, and some are fair
- May a messenger come from the High Place of God
- May-day! delightful day!
- Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning
- My closest and dearest!
- My grief! that they have laid you in the town
- My heart is in woe
- My heart lies light in my own breast
- My love comes down from the mountain
- My name it is Nell, right candid I tell
- My sorrow that I am not by the little dún
- Mysterious Night! When our first parent knew
- Naked I saw thee
- Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
- Now, my son, is life for you
- Now welcome, welcome, baby-boy, unto a mother’s fears
- O blest unfabled Incense Tree
- Oh, bad the march, the weary march
- Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, my joy, my only best
- Oh, Paddy dear! and did ye hear
- Oh! the French are on the say
- Oh, then tell me, Shawn O’Farrall
- Oh, were I at the moss-house where the birds do increase
- Old lame Bridget doesn’t hear
- O little green leaf on the bough, you hear the lark in morn
- O my dark Rosaleen
- O my land! O my love!
- Once I was at a nobleman’s wedding
- On Douglas Bridge I met a man
- One that is ever kind said yesterday
- On rainy days alone I dine
- On the deck of Patrick Lynch’s boat
- O to be blind!
- Over here in England I’m helpin’ wi’ the hay
- Over the dim blue hills
- Over the wave-patterned sea-floor
- O who are thou with that queenly brow
- O woman of the piercing wail
- Play was each, pleasure each
- Pure white the shields their arms upbear
- Put your head, darling, darling, darling
- Righ shemus he has gone to France, and left his crown behind
- Right rigorous, and so forth! Humbled
- Ringleted youth of my love
- See, though the oil be low more purely still and higher
- Shall mine eyes behold thy glory, oh, my country?
- She casts a spell, oh, casts a spell!
- She lived beside the Anner
- Should any enquire about Eirinn
- Sleep a little, a little little
- Sleep, gray brother of death
- So endlessly the gray-lipped sea
- Softly now the burn is rushing
- Tears will betray all pride, but when ye mourn him
- That angel whose charge was Eiré sang thus
- The choirs of Heaven are tokened in a harp-string
- The closing of an Autumn evening
- The crooked paths go every way
- The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea
- The Green Hunters went ridin’
- The house where I was born
- The lambs on the green hills stood gazing on me
- The lanky hank of a she in the inn over there
- The mess-tent is full, and the glasses are set
- The night before Larry was stretched
- The old priest, Peter Gilligan
- The purple heather is the cloak
- There beams no light from thy hall to-night
- There is a sheeling hidden in the wood
- There’s a colleen fair as May
- There’s a glad in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe
- The stars up in the air
- The sun of Ivera
- The winter is past
- The world hath conquered, the wind hath scattered like dust
- They had a tale on which to gloat
- They have slain you, Sean MacDermott
- Think, the ragged turf-boy urges
- This heart that flutters near my heart
- This heritage to the race of kings
- Thro’ grief and thro’ danger thy smile
- To drift with every passion till my soul
- To meath of the pastures
- Up the airy mountain
- We must pass like smoke or live within the spirit’s fire
- When all were dreaming but Pastheen Power
- When, like the early rose
- When you were weary, roaming the wide world, over
- Where glows the Irish hearth with peat
- Where is my chief, my master, this bleak night, mavrone?
- While going the road to sweet Athy
- Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
- Who rideth through the driving rain
- With a whirl of thoughts oppress’d
- With deep affection and recollection
- Your sky is a hard and a dazzling blue