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A Fairy Greeting

“Themselves” upon the mountains. “Themselves” that haunt the plain, That sparkle through the fountains And laugh among the rain. Greeting! Greeting! Singing in the rain, Laughing in the mountains Greet you once again. (by Josephine Kermode, from Manx Melodies (1922);

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Sunbeams

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. (source: poem from Legends of Manxland, Mylechraine 1859; photo)

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In the Owl Days

“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 Crowe. Aw! a wunnerful wumman was Granny; I can see

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The Things that Endure

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 ways, When all the vivid life of hill and plain

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To a Manx Kitten

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 thou’rt making bread! “Alice” we called thee from the day

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On William Cashen

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 pause, We watched the smoke against the hill, As in

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Oh! Lament for the Days!

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 golden ship on a field of red Beamed forth on

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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 as clean, Er dagh oiilley beisht as eean, Er dagh oiilley cronk as glion, Er

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Lament of the Old Horse’s Ghost

Ye horses all, who may pass by This spot where rest my bones, Behold my head, which once was high, Now bleaching ‘mongst these stones.I was a horse of note and fame Some thirty years ago, Before the king of

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A Mother’s Lament

They’ve took me li’l boy – me li’l Johnny – What for did they take a li’l chile? When the sun gives a glint through the winders I’m thinkin’ I’m seein’ him smile. Then the win’ roun’ the dhure gives

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