Look my belovèd at the waving grass, forest and field, and garden herbage mute; bow to the winds and let them pass, but to the sunbeams open flower and fruit. …
Poetry
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“It’s a long time ago now,” says Kirry; “Aw ay, chile – a long time ago, When I wasn’ much bigger till you are, An’ bein’ reared by me Gran’mother …
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Our land has fallen from her age of pride And put her old divinity aside; She is not now as in those storied days When a strange beauty lit familiar …
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Thou little tailless cat with coat of jet, Whose amber eyes with ecstatic dew are wet, As on my lap thy paws beat even tread, “In-out, in-out” – as though …
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“An’ what do you fin’, Mrs Cottier, To do in the counthry?” says she With an edge on her vice like a knife blade! Fancy talkin’ so condescendin’ to ME! …
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This poem is about Manx Folklorist William Cashen who was custodian/guardian of Peel Castle and who died whilst on duty there in 1912. The old man ceased and in the …
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Oh! lament for the days that are past and gone, When the sun of glory bright, On the fairest Isle of the ocean shone With freedom’s holy light; When the …
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A Blessing on Ellan Vannin from a Scottish Gael Ellan Vannin, bannaght ort – Er dagh ooilley thie as cooyrt, Er dagh ooilley fer as ben, Er dagh ooilley bab …