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Beautiful Irish Poem
Song
by Thomas Moore
the greatest Irish lyrist
born Dublin, 1779 - died 1852
Have you not seen the timid tear
Steal trembling from mine eye?
Have you not mark'd the flush of fear,
Or caught the murmur'd sigh?
And can you think my love is chill,
Nor fix'd on you alone?
And can you rend, by doubting still,
A heart so much your own?
To you my soul's affections move
Devoutly, warmly, true:
My life has been a task of love,
One long, long thought of you.
If all your tender faith is o'er,
If still my truth you'll try;
Alas! I know but one proof more -
I'll bless your name, and die!
by Thomas Moore
the greatest Irish lyrist
born Dublin, 1779 - died 1852
Have you not seen the timid tear
Steal trembling from mine eye?
Have you not mark'd the flush of fear,
Or caught the murmur'd sigh?
And can you think my love is chill,
Nor fix'd on you alone?
And can you rend, by doubting still,
A heart so much your own?
To you my soul's affections move
Devoutly, warmly, true:
My life has been a task of love,
One long, long thought of you.
If all your tender faith is o'er,
If still my truth you'll try;
Alas! I know but one proof more -
I'll bless your name, and die!
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Permalink Reply by Frank Daub on -
Hello to all my poetical friends
Who keep this forum alive.
To Lisa and Walter and Lady Diane
and Pierre whose creative drive
Makes reading poems a life-tasting joy.
Below are lyrics from a grand song by Mary Black.
About food, life and love. It so reminds me of all
of you.
Frank in St. Louis
Well did you ever make colcannon,
Made with lovely pickled cream
With the greens & scallions mingled
Like a pitcher in a dream
Did you ever make a hole on top
To hold the meltin flake
Or the creamy flavoured butter
That our mothers used to make
Chorus
Oh you did, so you did
So did he and so did i
And the more I think about it
Sure the nearer Im to cry
Oh werent them the happy days
When troubles we knew not
And or mother made colcannon
In the little skillet pot
Well, did you ever take potatoe cake
And boxty to the school
Tucked underneath your oxter with
Your books, your slate and rule
And when teacher wasnt looking
Sure a great big bite youd take
Of the creamy flavoured soft and meltin
Sweet potatoe cake
Chorus
Well did you ever go a courtin boys
When the evenin sun went down
And the moon began a peepin
From behind the hill o down
And you wandered down the boreen
Where the clrachn was seen
And you whispered lovin praises to
Your own dear sweet ciln
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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on -
Dia dhuit a Frank,
So greater touch you`d always had and still have my friend,
Your taste and style in phrasing of this song is amazing,
So glad to have news from you Frank,hope the health and yours are also in shape my friend
Got many cd`s of Mary Black....I think she is Ireland in the sense of the word
She always related me to what is and how is Ireland...She is one of my prefered singer Frank,
I am very happy that you share this with us and enjoy all of your participations,
You will always be ...the Master to me and will always admire you Frank...
Thank you so much......Go raibh mile maith agat Mo Chairde Frank....Bain sult asan la.......
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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on
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Dia dhuit a Lady Dianne,
Eloquense...it is meLady.......so nice of you
And so nice poem.........thank you for sharing......Lady Dianne
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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on
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Dia dhuit a Lady Dianne,
What wonderfull rymes,and so nice words.....
Ireland`s Three `s super.......thank you for sharing lady Dianne
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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on
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THE ROSE OF THE WORLD
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?
For these red lips,with all their mournful pride,
Mournful that no new wonder may betide,
Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
And Usna`s children died.
We and the labouring world are passing by;
Amid men`s souls that waver and give place
Like the pale waters in their wintry race,
Under the passing stars,foam of the sky,
Lives on this lonely face.
Bow down,archangels,in your dim abode:
Before you were,or any hearts to beat,
Weary and kind one lingered by His seat;
He made the world to be a grassy road
Before her wandering feet.
William Butler Yeats.........1892................
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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on
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Dia dhuit a Lady Dianne,
Thank you for your comments Lady Dianne......it is one of caring
I love WB Yeats......
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Permalink Reply by kubana on -
Mr. Daub,
A wonderful song! I once tried to sing that at the Pop Show in 7th grade. "Colcannon" is one of the first, and best, Irish songs I've ever heard.
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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on
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MEMORIES OF DUNFANAGHY
Four rock walls to contain
Things we yearn and love,
In Dunfanaghy,small thatch cottage
Near the river dwell,
Gleaming in the bush in day
Disapearing over night,so loved
Laughters and sorrows reminiscenced
Sounds of tools, of youngs screaming,
Water thrown outside by half-door
Changing of sun`s colors
On the white walls sparkling,
Smell of fresh cut hay
Smell of kitchen and home.
Sorrows forgotten in Dunfanaghy by the sea
Living and dying for beleifs
Make you what you are,
Smell of draught,and summer fields
Songbirds and winds of roses,
Reach the heart like life itself.
Small thoughts so great delights
Complete joy of cherish moments,
Awareness of being alive.
This poem from me,to all friends on LiveIreland..............................
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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on
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Dia dhuit a Lady Dianne,
Thank you so much for comments, Lady Dianne When I read that poem I get lost somewhat in time
And makes me yearn good things in life.....and appreciate so much all
And good things are not always big.....better is simple.....and small....Thank you meLady
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Permalink Reply by Walter on -
Pierre,
You are fast becoming the ‘poet laureate’ of Live Ireland. One gets a nice sense of nostalgia in reading your poem. The image of the ‘small thatch cottage’ and the ‘half-door’ offer a comforting reminder of the ‘way things were.’ For an instance, we can ‘dwell near the river’ lost in our ‘small thoughts’ and ‘cherished moments.’ Oh to be in Dunfanaghy!
Walter . . .
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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on
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Dia dhuit a Walter,
So glad to have your comments Walter,...and yes we always talk about the places we love and yearn for.....was harsh and hard in those days,but was also grattyfying and kept as endless treasures........very humble I am before a great writer like you Walter.....Thank you so much........Le Gach Dea beannacht....Slan go foill!!!
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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on
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HERE`S IS TO MY TWO FRIENDS FROM AUSTRALIA.......MARY AND OZZY...
Those are words from a song that I sing each week on my guitar and think about you guys.....do not know who composed it...??..Its call
Far away in Australia
Story about an Irishman who whent to Australia to seek a better life for his love one
Sweetheart I`m bidding you found farwell
I will be yours someday,
I bound for a new land my fortune to try
And I`m ready to sail away.
Ref;Far away in Australia soon will faith be kind
And I`ll will be ready to welcome at last,
The girl I left behind.
Oh you can leave me this poor maidin said
I will not let you go,
But I must leave you he gently reply
For only a while you know....ref.
Now if in success or failure
I will always be true,
And proudly each day in the land far away
i`ll be building a home for you....ref.
Dayly she whaits at the old cottage gate
Watching the whole day through,
Then one day a message from over the sea
And I`m hopping these words are true...ref...
Far away in Australia now as come the time
For I am ready to welcome at last the girl I left behind.....
Super song............Pierre
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