JM Plunkett II |
I see his blood upon the roseAnd in the stars the glory of his eyes,His body gleams amid eternal snows,His tears fall from the skies.
I see his face in every flower;The thunder and the singing of the ...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Dec 2008 00:57:00 GMT |
Joseph Mary Plunkett |
This heritage to the race of kingsTheir children and their children's seedHave wrought their prophecies in deedOf terrible and splendid things.
The hands that fought, the hearts that brokeIn old immmo...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Dec 2008 00:51:00 GMT |
It's not about green beer and chintz damn it! |
...We pledge to Ireland our love, and we pledge to English rule in Ireland our hate. This is a place of peace, sacred to the dead, where men should speak with all charity and with all restraint; but I...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 10:26:00 GMT |
another timely favorite |
Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and ever...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 17:20:00 GMT |
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so i've done it again...thrown away something good because i want something better...my feet are feeling a bit restless as well...let's see if i make it back from my vacation...cheers
Posted by on Sun, 20 Aug 2006 14:00:00 GMT |
something poetic for ya's |
why should i blame her that she filled my dayswith misery, or that she would of latehave taught to ignorant men most violent ways,or hurled the little streets upon the great,had they but courage equal...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 19:03:00 GMT |
