James Stephens
In The Poppy Field by James Stephens

In The Poppy Field by James Stephens

Mad Patsy said, he said to me,That every morning he could seeAn angel walking on the sky;Across the sunny skies of mornHe threw great handfuls far and nighOf poppy seed among the ...

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Hate by James Stephens

Hate by James Stephens

My enemy came nigh, And I Stared fiercely in his face. My lips went writhing back in a grimace, And stern I watched him with a narrow eye. Then, as I turned away, my enemy, That ...

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The Snare by James Stephens

The Snare by James Stephens

I hear a sudden cry of pain!There is a rabbit in a snare:Now I hear the cry again,But I cannot tell from where.But I cannot tell from whereHe is calling out for aid!Crying on the ...

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The Fifteen Acres by James Stephens

The Fifteen Acres by James Stephens

II cling and swingOn a branch, or singThrough the cool, clear hush of Morning, O!Or fling my wingOn the air, and bringTo sleepier birds a warning, O!That the night's in flight,And ...

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The Glass Of Beer by James Stephens

The Glass Of Beer by James Stephens

The lanky hank of a she in the inn over thereNearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of beer:May the devil grip the whey-faced slut by the hairAnd beat bad manners out of ...

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Check by James Stephens

Check by James Stephens

The night was creeping on the ground;She crept and did not make a soundUntil she reached the tree, and thenShe covered it, and sole againAlong the grass beside the wall.I heard ...

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The Ancient Elf by James Stephens

The Ancient Elf by James Stephens

I am the maker,The builder, the breaker,The eagle-winged helper,The speedy forsaker!The lance and the lyre,The water, the fire,The tooth of oppression,The lip of desire!The snare ...

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The Spring In Ireland: 1916 by James Stephens

The Spring In Ireland: 1916 by James Stephens

IDo not forget my charge I beg of you ;That of what flow'rs you find of fairest hueAnd sweetest odor you do gather thoseAre best of all the best — a fragrant rose,A tall calm lily ...

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Behind The Hill by James Stephens

Behind The Hill by James Stephens

Behind the hill I met a man in green Who asked me if my mother had gone out?I said she had. He asked me had I seen His castle where the people sing and shoutFrom dawn to dark, ...

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The Daisies by James Stephens

The Daisies by James Stephens

IN THE scented bud of the morning—O, When the windy grass went rippling far, I saw my dear one walking slow, In the field where the daisies are. We did not laugh and we did not ...

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The Goat Paths by James Stephens

The Goat Paths by James Stephens

The crooked paths go every way Upon the hill - they wind about Through the heather in and out Of the quiet sunniness. And there the goats, day after day, Stray in sunny quietness, ...

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The Wind by James Stephens

The Wind by James Stephens

The wind stood up and gave a shout. He whistled on his fingers and Kicked the withered leaves about And thumped the branches with his hand And said that he'd kill and kill, And so ...

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The Coolun by James Stephens

The Coolun by James Stephens

Come with me, under my coat,And we will drink our fillOf the milk of the white goat,Or wine, if it be thy will;And we will talk untilTalk is a truble, too,Out in the side of the ...

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The Wood Of Flowers by James Stephens

The Wood Of Flowers by James Stephens

I went to the Wood of Flowers (No one was with me):I was there alone for hours. I was happy as could beIn the Wood of Flowers.There was grass on the ground, There were buds on ...

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In The Cool Of The Evening by James Stephens

In The Cool Of The Evening by James Stephens

I thought I heard Him calling. Did you hear A sound, a little sound? My curious ear Is dinned with flying noises, and the tree Goes -- whisper, whisper, whisper silently Till all ...

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A Visit From Abroad by James Stephens

A Visit From Abroad by James Stephens

A speck went blowing up against the skyAs little as a leaf: then it drew near And broadened. -- ' It's a bird,' said I,And fetched my bow and arrows. It was queer! It grew up from ...

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The Shell by James Stephens

The Shell by James Stephens

AND then I pressed the shellClose to my earAnd listened well,And straightway like a bellCame low and clear The slow, sad murmur of the distant seas,Whipped by an icy ...

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The Lonely God by James Stephens

The Lonely God by James Stephens

So Eden was deserted, and at eve Into the quiet place God came to grieve. His face was sad, His hands hung slackly down Along his robe; too sorrowful to frown He paced along the ...

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I Heard A Bird At Dawn by James Stephens

I Heard A Bird At Dawn by James Stephens

I heard a bird at dawn Singing sweetly on a tree, That the dew was on the lawn, And the wind was on the lea; But I didn't listen to him, For he didn't sing to me. I ...

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Breakfast Time by James Stephens

Breakfast Time by James Stephens

The sun is always in the sky Whenever I get out of bed,And I often wonder why It's never late.—My sister saidShe did not know who did the trick, And that she did not care a ...

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Blue-Blood by James Stephens

Blue-Blood by James Stephens

We thought at first, this man is a king for sure,Or the branch of a mighty and ancient and famous lineage—That silly, sulky, illiterate, black-avised boorWho was hatched by ...

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The White Wido by James Stephens

The White Wido by James Stephens

The moon comes every night to peep Through the window where I lie,And I pretend to be asleep; But I watch the moon as it goes by,And it never makes a sound.It stands and stares, ...

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The Secret by James Stephens

The Secret by James Stephens

I was frightened, for a wind Crept along the grass to saySomething that was in my mind Yesterday—Something that I did not know Could be found out by the wind,I had buried it so ...

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White Fields by James Stephens

White Fields by James Stephens

IIn the winter time we goWalking in the fields of snow;Where there is no grass at all;Where the top of every wall,Every fence, and every tree,Is as white as white can ...

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Midnight by James Stephens

Midnight by James Stephens

And then I wakened up in such a fright; I thought I heard a movement in the roomBut did not dare to look; I snuggled right Down underneath the bedclothes—then the boomOf a ...

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Righteous Anger by James Stephens

Righteous Anger by James Stephens

THE lanky hank of a she in the inn over there Nearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of beer: May the devil grip the whey-faced slut by the hair, And beat bad manners out ...

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Insurrections by James Stephens

Insurrections by James Stephens

I saw God. Do you doubt it?Do you dare to doubt it?I saw the Almighty Man. His handWas resting on a mountain, andHe looked upon the World and all about it:I saw Him plainer than ...

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April Showers by James Stephens

April Showers by James Stephens

The leaves are fresh after the rain, The air is cool and clear,The sun is shining warm again, The sparrows hopping in the laneAre brisk and full of cheer.And that is why we ...

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The Old Man by James Stephens

The Old Man by James Stephens

An old man sat beneath a tree Alone;So still was he That, if he had been carved in stone,He could not be More quiet or more cold:He was an ancient man More thanA thousand ages ...

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The Devil’s Bag by James Stephens

The Devil’s Bag by James Stephens

I saw the Devil walking down the laneBehind our house.—There was a heavy bagStrapped tightly on his shoulders, and the rainSizzled when it hit him. He picked a ragUp from the ...

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O’Bruaidar by James Stephens

O’Bruaidar by James Stephens

I will sing no more songs: the pride of my country I sangThrough forty long years of good rhyme, without any avail;And no one cared even as much as the half of a hangFor the song ...

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Strict Joy by James Stephens

Strict Joy by James Stephens

To-day i felt as poor O’Brien didWhen, turning from all else that was not his,He took himself to that which was his own— He took him to his verse — for other all he had not,And ...

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The Horse by James Stephens

The Horse by James Stephens

A sparrow hopped about the street, And he was not a bit afraid;He flew between a horse's feet, And ate his supper undismayed:I think myself the horse knew well The bird came ...

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The Coral Island by James Stephens

The Coral Island by James Stephens

His arms were round a chest of oaken wood, It was clamped with brass and iron studs, and seemedAn awful weight. After a while he stood And I stole near to him.—His white eyes ...

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What The Snake Saw by James Stephens

What The Snake Saw by James Stephens

A little girl and a big ugly man Went down the road. The girl was cryingAnd asking to go home, but when she ran He hit her on the head and sent her flying,And called her a young ...

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The Cherry Tree by James Stephens

The Cherry Tree by James Stephens

Come from your bed my drowsy gentleman! And you, fair lady, rise and braid your hair,And let the children wash, if wash they can; If not, assist you them, and make them fairAs ...

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The Turn Of The Road by James Stephens

The Turn Of The Road by James Stephens

I was playing with my hoop along the road Just where the bushes are, when, suddenly,There came a shout.—I ran away and stowed Myself beneath a bush, and watched to seeWhat made ...

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Westland Row by James Stephens

Westland Row by James Stephens

Every Sunday there's a throngOf pretty girls, who trot alongIn a pious, breathless state(They are nearly always late)To the Chapel, where they prayFor the sins of Saturday.They ...

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In The Orchard by James Stephens

In The Orchard by James Stephens

There was a giant by the Orchard Wall Peeping about on this side and on that,And feeling in the trees: he was as tall As the big apple tree, and twice as fat:His beard was long, ...

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What the Devil Said by James Stephens

What the Devil Said by James Stephens

It was night time! God, the Father Good, Weary of praises, on a sudden stood From His great Throne, and leaned upon the sky: For He had heard a sound; a little cry, Thin as a ...

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The Cow by James Stephens

The Cow by James Stephens

Cow, Cow! I and thouAre looking at each other's eyesYou are lying on the grassEating every time I pass,And you do not seem to beEver in perplexity:You are good I'm sure, ...

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