Tag Archives: Irish Poet

Go, little book, To him who, on a lute with …

I stood by the unvintageable sea Till the wet waves …

Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been; In …

O beautiful star with the crimson mouth! O moon with …

O well for him who lives at ease With garnered …

To My Wife; With A Copy Of My Poems

Milton! I think thy spirit hath passed away From these …

This mighty empire hath but feet of clay: Of all …

Thou knowest all; I seek in vain What lands to …

(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a …

The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now …

Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy …