I can hear the fairies calling from the meadows far away, Where the daffodils are gleaming through a veil of misty grey, In the magic of the morning, when the …
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Water is round about us from our birth, Our heritage a strip of windy land Among wild seas; a word of misty earth Ringed round with blowing spray and dim, …
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I met a brown rabbit Today on the dunes When the curlews were piping Their queer, lonely tunes. He sat on his haunches As I came along, And watched while …
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We who have heard the fairies’ laughter peeling Through dim-lit hollows in the lonely hills, Have seen pale shadows through the deep glens stealing, Or followed in their track down …
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She walks, white-gowned, amid the glades of fir Hushed by the music of the breeze among The fretted leaves, one bird her chorister, At hour of evensong. Her robin …
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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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And then there was the Miller’s Cat who seems to have had the power of human speech. By some mischance the Miller had put himself in the power of a …
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The Isle of Man was known to the authors of the Old Irish sagas by several names: Inis Falga, the Noble Isle; Eamhain Abhlach, the Happy Place of Apple trees …