John Boyle O’Reilly
Midnight—september 19, 1881 by John Boyle O’Reilly

Midnight—september 19, 1881 by John Boyle O’Reilly

DEATH OF PRESIDENT GARFIELD. ONCE in a lifetime, we may see the veil Tremble and lift, that hides symbolic things; The Spirit's vision, when the senses fail, Sweeps the ...

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Tomorrow by John Boyle O’Reilly

Tomorrow by John Boyle O’Reilly

JOYS have three stages, Hoping, Having, and Had: The hands of Hope are empty, and the heart of Having is sad; For the joy we take, in the taking dies; and the joy we Had is its ...

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Friend by John Boyle O’Reilly

Friend by John Boyle O’Reilly

MY friend he was; my friend from all the rest; With childlike faith he oped to me his breast; No door was locked on altar, grave or grief; No weakness veiled, concealed no ...

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Portrait Of Keats by John Boyle O’Reilly

Portrait Of Keats by John Boyle O’Reilly

A GOD-LIKE face, with human love and will And tender fancy traced in every line: A god-like face, but oh, how human still! Dear Keats, who love the gods their love is thine.

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The Blesses Virgin by John Boyle O’Reilly

The Blesses Virgin by John Boyle O’Reilly

THE day of Joseph's marriage unto Mary, In thoughful mood he said unto his wife, Behold, I go into a far-off countryTo labor for thee, and to make thy life And home all sweet and ...

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Snowdrops by John Boyle O’Reilly

Snowdrops by John Boyle O’Reilly

THEY came in the early spring-days, With the first refreshing showers And I watched the growing beauty Of the little drooping flowers.They had no bright hues to charm me,No gay ...

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A Nation’s Test by John Boyle O’Reilly

A Nation’s Test by John Boyle O’Reilly

I. A NATION'S greatness lies in men, not acres; One master-mind is worth a million hands. No royal robes have marked the planet-shakers, But Samson-strength to burst the ages' ...

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The Exile Of The Gael by John Boyle O’Reilly

The Exile Of The Gael by John Boyle O’Reilly

IT is sweet to rejoice for a day,— For a day that is reached at last! It is well for wanderers in new lands, Slow climbers toward a lofty mountain pass, Yearning with hearts and ...

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At Fredericksburg—dec. 13, 1862 by John Boyle O’Reilly

At Fredericksburg—dec. 13, 1862 by John Boyle O’Reilly

GOD send us peace, and keep red strife away; But should it come, God send us men and steel! The land is dead that dare not face the day When foreign danger threats the common ...

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A Song For Soldiers by John Boyle O’Reilly

A Song For Soldiers by John Boyle O’Reilly

WHAT song is best for the soldiers? Take no heed of the words, nor choose yon the style of the story;Let it burst out from the heart like a spring from the womb of a ...

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A Lost Friend by John Boyle O’Reilly

A Lost Friend by John Boyle O’Reilly

MY friend he was; my friend from all the rest; With childlike faith he oped to me his breast; No door was locked on altar, grave or grief; No weakness veiled, concealed no ...

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My Native Land by John Boyle O’Reilly

My Native Land by John Boyle O’Reilly

IT chanced to me upon a time to sail Across the Southern Ocean to and fro; And, landing at fair isles, by stream and vale Of sensuous blessing did we ofttimes go. And months of ...

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Constancy by John Boyle O’Reilly

Constancy by John Boyle O’Reilly

'You gave me the key of your heart, my love;Then why do you make me knock?' 'O, that was yesterday, Saints above!And last night—I changed the lock!'

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Love, And Be Wise by John Boyle O’Reilly

Love, And Be Wise by John Boyle O’Reilly

NOT on the word alone Let love depend; Neither by actions done Choose ye the friend. Let the slow years fly— These are the test; Never to peering eye Open the breast. Psyche won ...

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A Message Of Peace by John Boyle O’Reilly

A Message Of Peace by John Boyle O’Reilly

THERE once was a pirate, greedy and bold, Who ravaged for gain, and saved the spoils; Till his coffers were bursting with bloodstained gold, And millions of captives bore his ...

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A Tragedy by John Boyle O’Reilly

A Tragedy by John Boyle O’Reilly

A SOFT-BREASTED bird from the sea Fell in love with the light-house flame; And it wheeled round the tower on its airiest wing, And floated and cried like a lovelorn thing; It ...

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Crispus Attucks by John Boyle O’Reilly

Crispus Attucks by John Boyle O’Reilly

WHERE shall we seek for a hero, and where shall we find a story?Our laurels are wreathed for conquest, our songs for completed glory.But we honor a shrine unfinished, a column ...

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A Kiss by John Boyle O’Reilly

A Kiss by John Boyle O’Reilly

LOVE is a plant with double root, And of strange, elastic power: Men's minds are divided in naming the fruit, But a kiss is only the flower.

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America by John Boyle O’Reilly

America by John Boyle O’Reilly

NOR War nor Peace, forever, old and young, But Strength my theme, whose song is yet unsung, The People's Strength, the deep alluring dream Of truths that seethe below the truths ...

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The Well’s Secret by John Boyle O’Reilly

The Well’s Secret by John Boyle O’Reilly

I KNEW it all my boyhood: in a lonesome valley meadow, Like a dryad's mirror hidden by the wood's dim arches near; Its eye flashed back the sunshine, and grew dark and sad with ...

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A Man by John Boyle O’Reilly

A Man by John Boyle O’Reilly

A MAN is not the slave of circumstance, Or need not be, but builder and dictator; He makes his own events, not time nor chance; Their logic his: not creature, but creator.

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A Passage by John Boyle O’Reilly

A Passage by John Boyle O’Reilly

THE world was made when a man was born; He must taste for himself the forbidden springs, He can never take warning from old-fashioned things; He must fight as a boy, he must drink ...

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A Seed by John Boyle O’Reilly

A Seed by John Boyle O’Reilly

A KINDLY act is a kernel sown, That will grow to a goodly tree, Shedding its fruit when time has flown Down the gulf of eternity.

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406 [unfinished] by John Boyle O’Reilly

406 [unfinished] by John Boyle O’Reilly

I do not know the meaning of the sign,But bend before its power, as a reed bendsWhen the black tornado fills the valley to the lips.Three times in twenty years its shape has ...

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An Old Picture by John Boyle O’Reilly

An Old Picture by John Boyle O’Reilly

THERE are times when a dream delicious Steals into a musing hour, Like a face with love capricious That peeps from a woodland bower; And one dear scene comes changeless; A wooded ...

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A Dead Man by John Boyle O’Reilly

A Dead Man by John Boyle O’Reilly

Trapper died—our hero—and we grieved; In every heart in camp the sorrow stirred. 'His soul was red!' the Indian cried, bereaved; 'A white man, he!' the grim old Yankee's word.So, ...

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Experience by John Boyle O’Reilly

Experience by John Boyle O’Reilly

THE world was made when a man was born,He must taste for himself the forbidden springs;He can never take warning from old-fashion'd things;He must fight as a boy, he must drink as ...

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Love’s Sacrifice by John Boyle O’Reilly

Love’s Sacrifice by John Boyle O’Reilly

LOVE'S Herald flew o'er all the fields of Greece, Crying: 'Love's altar waits for sacrifice!' And all folk answered, like a wave of peace, With treasured offerings and gifts of ...

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A Builder’s Lesson by John Boyle O’Reilly

A Builder’s Lesson by John Boyle O’Reilly

'HOW shall I a habit break?'As you did that habit make. As you gathered, you must lose; As you yielded, now refuse. Thread by thread the strands we twist Till they bind us neck ...

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Withered Snowdrops by John Boyle O’Reilly

Withered Snowdrops by John Boyle O’Reilly

THEY came in the early spring-days, With the first refreshing showers And I watched the growing beauty Of the little drooping flowers.They had no bright hues to charm me,No gay ...

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What Is Good by John Boyle O’Reilly

What Is Good by John Boyle O’Reilly

“What is the real good?' I asked in musing mood. Order, said the law court; Knowledge, said the school; Truth, said the wise man; Pleasure, said the fool; Love, said the maiden; ...

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My Mother’s Memory by John Boyle O’Reilly

My Mother’s Memory by John Boyle O’Reilly

There is one bright star in heaven Ever shining in my night;God to me one guide has given Like the sailor's beacon light,Set on every shoal of danger Sending out its ...

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Two Lives by John Boyle O’Reilly

Two Lives by John Boyle O’Reilly

TWO youths from a village set out together To seek their fortune the wide world through; One cried, 'Hurra for the autumn weather!' The other sighed, 'Winter is almost due!' One ...

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The Cry Of The Dreamer by John Boyle O’Reilly

The Cry Of The Dreamer by John Boyle O’Reilly

I am tired of planning and toilingIn the crowded hives of men;Heart-weary of building and spoiling,And spoiling and building again.And I long for the dear old river,Where I ...

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The Dead Singer by John Boyle O’Reilly

The Dead Singer by John Boyle O’Reilly

'SHE is dead!' they say; 'she is robed for the grave; O there are lilies upon her breast; Her mother has kissed her clay-cold lips, and folded her hands to rest; Her blue eyes ...

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The Real Good by John Boyle O’Reilly

The Real Good by John Boyle O’Reilly

'What is the real good?'I ask in a musing mood.'Order,' said the law court;'Knowledge,' said the school;'Truth,' said the wise man;'Pleasure,' said the fool;'Love,' said the ...

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The Old School Clock by John Boyle O’Reilly

The Old School Clock by John Boyle O’Reilly

'Twas a quaint old clock with a quaint old face, and great iron weights and chain.It stopped when it liked, and before it struck it creaked as if 'twere in pain.It had seen ...

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A Savage by John Boyle O’Reilly

A Savage by John Boyle O’Reilly

DIXON, a Choctaw, twenty years of age, Had killed a miner in a Leadville brawl; Tried and condemned, the rough-beards curb their rage, And watch him stride in freedom from the ...

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Under The Surface by John Boyle O’Reilly

Under The Surface by John Boyle O’Reilly

AY, smile as you will, with your saintly face! But I know the line Of your guard is as weak as a maze of lace: You may give no sign— And the devil is never far to seek, And a ...

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An Old Vagabond by John Boyle O’Reilly

An Old Vagabond by John Boyle O’Reilly

HE was old and alone, and he sat on a stone to rest for awhile from the road:His beard was white, and his eye was bright, and his wrinkles overflowed With a mild content at the ...

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Yesterday And Tomorrow by John Boyle O’Reilly

Yesterday And Tomorrow by John Boyle O’Reilly

JOYS have three stages, Hoping, Having, and Had: The hands of Hope are empty, and the heart of Having is sad; For the joy we take, in the taking dies; and the joy we Had is its ...

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Three Graves by John Boyle O’Reilly

Three Graves by John Boyle O’Reilly

HOW did he live, this dead man here, With the temple above his grave? He lived as a great one, from cradle to bier He was nursed in luxury, trained in pride, When the wish was ...

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Rules Of The Road by John Boyle O’Reilly

Rules Of The Road by John Boyle O’Reilly

WHAT man would be wise, let him drink of the riverThat bears on its bosom the record of timeA message to him every wave can deliverTo teach him to creep till he knows how to ...

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The Unhappy One by John Boyle O’Reilly

The Unhappy One by John Boyle O’Reilly

“HE is false to the heart!' she said, stern-lipped; 'he is all untruth; He promises fair as a tree in blossom, and then The fruit is rotten ere ripe. Tears, prayers and youth, All ...

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The Shadow by John Boyle O’Reilly

The Shadow by John Boyle O’Reilly

THERE is a shadow on the sunny wall, Dark and forbidding, like a bode of ill; Go, drive it thence. Alas, such shadows fall From real things, nor may be moved at will. There is a ...

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The Value Of Gold by John Boyle O’Reilly

The Value Of Gold by John Boyle O’Reilly

There may be standard weight for precious metal, But deeper meaning it must ever hold; Thank God, there are some things no law can settle, And one of these—the real worth of gold. ...

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The Ride Of Collin Graves by John Boyle O’Reilly

The Ride Of Collin Graves by John Boyle O’Reilly

AN INCIDENT OF THE FLOOD IN MASSACHUSETTS, ON MAY16,1874.NO song of a soldier riding down To the raging fight from Winchester town; No song of a time that shook the earth With the ...

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The Fisherman Of Wexford by John Boyle O’Reilly

The Fisherman Of Wexford by John Boyle O’Reilly

THERE is an old tradition sacred held in Wexford town, That says: 'Upon St. Martin's Eve no net shall be let down;No fishermen of Wexford shall, upon that holy day, Set sail or ...

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Love’s Secret by John Boyle O’Reilly

Love’s Secret by John Boyle O’Reilly

LOVE found them sitting in a woodland place, His amorous hand amid her golden tresses; And Love looked smiling on her glowing face And moistened eyes upturned to his caresses. 'O ...

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The Wonderful Country by John Boyle O’Reilly

The Wonderful Country by John Boyle O’Reilly

THERE once was a time when, as old songs prove it, The earth was not round, but an endless plain; The sea was as wide as the heavens above it— Just millions of miles, and begin ...

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