Love Poems – Page 2822
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The Exile’s Song
Oh! why left I my hame? / Why did I cross the deep? / Oh! why left I the land … -
The Irishman
The Savage loves his native shore, / Though rude the soil and chill the air; / Then well may Erin’s sons adore … -
Turlough MacSweeney
A health to you, Piper, / And your pipes silver-tongued, clear and sweet in their crooning! / Full of the music they gathered at morn … -
A Spinning Song
MY love to fight the Saxon goes, / And bravely shines his sword of steel; / A heron’s feather decks his brows, … -
The Wearing of the Green
O PADDY 1 dear, an’ did you hear the news that ’s goin’ round? / The shamrock is forbid by law to grow on Irish ground; / St. Patrick’s Day no more we ’ll keep; his colors can’t be seen: … -
My Native Land
It chanced to me upon a time to sail / Across the Southern ocean to and fro; / And, landing at fair isles, by stream and vale … -
“Bless the dear old verdant land”
Bless the dear old verdant land! / Brother, wert thou born of it? / As thy shadow life doth stand … -
Exile of Erin
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, / The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; / For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing … -
Canada Not Last
At Venice / lo Venice, gay with color, lights and song, / Calls from St. Mark’s with ancient voice and strange: … -
Canada
O Child of Nations, giant-limbed, / Who stand’st among the nations now, / Unheeded, unadored, unhymned, …
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