New Songs: A Lyric Selection

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George William Russell
O'Donoghue & Company, 1904 - English poetry - 56 pages
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Page 42 - O ! the smell of the beasts, The wet wind in the morn ; And the proud and hard earth Never broken for corn ; And the crowds at the fair, The herds loosened and blind, Loud words and dark faces And the wild blood behind.
Page 11 - The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea, And there is traffic in it and many a horse and cart, But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me, And the little roads of Cloonagh go rambling through my heart. A great storm from the ocean goes shouting o'er the hill, And there is glory in it and terror on the wind, But the haunted air of twilight is very strange and still, And the little winds of twilight are dearer to my mind. The great waves of the Atlantic sweep storming on...
Page 16 - What matter your foolish reply ! O, man, standing lone and bowed earthward, " Your task is a day near its close. Give thanks to the night-giving God." Slowly the darkness falls, the broken lands blend with the savage; The brute-tamer stands by the brutes, a head's breadth only above them. A head's breadth?
Page 16 - Slowly the darkness falls, the broken lands blend with the savage; The brute-tamer stands by the brutes, a head's breadth only above them. A head's breadth? Ay, but therein is hell's depth, and the height up to heaven, And the thrones of the gods and their halls, their chariots, purples, and splendors.
Page 16 - Surely your thoughts are of Pan, or of Wotan, or Dana? Yet why give thought to the gods? Has Pan led your brutes where they stumble? Has Dana numbed pain of the child-bed, or Wotan put hands to your plough?
Page 3 - Songs. A Lyric Selection made by AE from Poems by Padraic Colum, Eva Gore-Booth, Thomas Keohler, Alice Milligan, Susan Mitchell, Seumas O'Sullivan, George Roberts, and Ella Young.
Page 42 - A DROVER To Meath of the pastures, From wet hills by the sea, Through Leitrim and Longford, Go my cattle and me. I hear in the darkness Their slipping and breathing — I name them the by-ways They're to pass without heeding; Then the wet, winding roads, Brown bogs with black water, And my thoughts on white ships And the King o
Page 16 - Beside him two horses — a plough! Earth savage, earth broken, the brutes, the dawn man there in the sunset, And the Plough that is twin to the Sword, that is founder of cities! "Brute-tamer, plough-maker, earth-breaker!
Page 9 - Your Latin verse, your Grecian lore?' And what to me is Gael or Gall? Less than the Latin or the Greek. — I teach these by the dim rush-light, In smoky cabins night and week. But what avail my teaching slight? Years hence, in rustic speech, a phrase, As in wild earth a Grecian vase!
Page 42 - They're to pass without heeding. Then the wet, winding roads, Brown bogs with black water ; And my thoughts on white ships And the King o' Spain's daughter. O ! farmer, strong farmer ! You can spend at the fair But your face you must turn To your crops and your care. And soldiers — red soldiers ! You've seen many lands ; But you walk two by two, And by captain's commands.

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