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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!

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Permalink Reply by Kristan R Parker on December 6, 2009 at 5:26

Look up the poem A White Rose by John Boyle O'Reilly. He must have been deeply in love when he penned this one.
The red rose is a falcon
The white rose is a dove
The red rose whispers of passion
and the white rose breathes of love...

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Permalink Reply by COLLEEN M. on December 14, 2009 at 22:00

WB Yeats is one of the greatest poets ever..His poems are always so powerful but yet gentle and beautiful..He is my favorite poet of all times and it's poems such as this one that makes him such a brilliant writer / poet!...
Fantastic poem Pierre! Thanks for sharing it!

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Permalink Reply by COLLEEN M. on December 15, 2009 at 13:51

Mora na maidine dhuit, Pierre..
Cant wait till it's finished!
I would love to read it.
Thanks Pierre...slan go foill!...
♥ Go mbeanni Dia Duit♥ ... Colleen

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Permalink Reply by COLLEEN M. on December 15, 2009 at 14:55

Hóigh! Cara! Thanks Pierre...
i'll be watching for it!
Sláinte...Slán go fóill!
Colleen

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Permalink Reply by COLLEEN M. on December 19, 2009 at 3:11

THAT IS POSITIVELY WONDERFUL! I SO LOVED THAT! SO MUCH REMINDS ME AGAIN OF HOME AND WHEN I WAS YOUNG!
LIFE PASSES BY JUST WAY TO QUICK AND BEFORE YOU KNOW IT, IT'S GONE. WE ALL NEED TO STOP AND TAKE TIME TO ABSORB EVERYTHING TODAY FOR IT WILL BE TOMARROWS MEMORY! EXCELENT PIERRE!...
Go raibh (míle) maith agat! Beannacht Dé leat!
COLLEEN

Permalink Reply by COLLEEN M. on December 19, 2009 at 5:07

HEY PIERRE,
I HAVE A SONG OR THE LYRICS OF A SONG I BELIEVE FORM ENYA AND IT MADE THINK ABOUT YOUR POEM AGAIN THIS IS IT..

'AND I LEAVE MY HOME'...

Morning and the start of the day
and I leave my home.
My heart is grieving
and my youth is long past.

Night and I am alone.
Endless deep black skies.
Recollecting the days that were
carefree and happy
I listen to the wind.
Great loneliness, forever, and ever.
The end of the great journey,
I am sad, sorrowful, and broken.
After me, there will be nothing more,
but, it is our fate, children.

Long ago was the day
that I left my home.
There is no joy in my life.
Nothing is left except the dead.

IT IS ACTUALLY SAD.. THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I FELT WHEN LEAVING HOME IN OREGON AND I STILL FEEL IT TILL THIS VERY DAY...THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR POEM PIERRE. I REALLY DO LOVE IT!
CHEERS....COLLEEN

Permalink Reply by Walter on December 20, 2009 at 0:02

Taking Time

Pierre,

You continue to provide substance to the poetry forum. Always a treat to read - heartfelt! ‘For there is not much time left’ . . . how profound. I wonder if we are ever truly cognisant of our limited time on earth? Thanks for the insight - once again.

Walter . . .

Permalink Reply by Felicia on February 19, 2010 at 18:58