Poet
Denis Florence MacCarthy
1817–1882
English
- A beauteous summer-home had I...
- A dazzling gleam of evanescent glory...
- A DREAM.
- A glorious triumph! a deathless deed!—...
- A hundred years their various course have run...
- A LAMENT.
- A MYSTERY.
- A SHAMROCK FROM THE IRISH SHORE.
- ADVANCE!
- After Reading J. T. Gilbert'S "The History Of Dublin."
- ALICE AND UNA.
- ALL FOOL'S DAY.
- ARA OF THE SAINTS.
- AUTUMN FEARS.
- DARRYNANE.
- DEVOTION.
- DOLORES.
- FATAL GIFTS.
- How can I thank thee for this gift of thine...
- Into the senate swept the mighty chief...
- IRELAND'S VOW.
- ITALIAN MYRTLES.
- KATE OF KENMARE.
- LOST AND FOUND.
- LOVE'S LANGUAGE.
- MAVE.
- MOORE.
- O'CONNELL.
- OH! HAD I THE WINGS OF A BIRD.
- OVER THE SEA.
- PART II.— TRIUMPH AND REWARD.
- PART III.— VICISSITUDE AND REST.
- RECOLLECTIONS.
- REMEMBRANCE.
- REMONSTRANCE.
- Six hundred stormy years have flown...
- SPIRIT VOICES.
- SPRING FLOWERS FROM IRELAND.
- SUNNY DAYS IN WINTER.
- SWEET MAY.
- THE ARRAYING.
- THE AWAKING.
- The Banished Spirit'S Song.[20]
- THE BATH OF THE STREAMS.
- THE BELL-FOUNDER.
- THE BIRTH OF THE SPRING.
- THE BRIDAL OF THE YEAR.
- THE BURIED CITY.
- THE CLAN OF MAC CAURA.
- THE DEAD TRIBUNE.
- The evening shadows sweetly fall...
- THE FIRESIDE.
- THE FIRST OF THE ANGELS.
- THE FLOWERS OF THE TROPICS.
- THE IRISH EMIGRANT'S MOTHER.
- THE LAY MISSIONER.
- THE LIVING LAND.
- THE MEETING OF THE FLOWERS.
- THE PARADISE OF BIRDS.
- THE PILLAR TOWERS OF IRELAND.
- THE PRICE OF FREEDOM.
- THE PROGRESS OF THE ROSE.
- THE PROMISED LAND.
- THE RAIN: A SONG OF PEACE.
- The Rain: A Song Of Peace.[119]
- THE RESURRECTION.
- THE SEARCH.
- THE SEASONS OF THE HEART.
- THE SPIRIT OF THE IDEAL.
- THE SPIRIT OF THE SNOW.
- THE TIDINGS.
- THE VALE OF SHANGANAH.
- THE VOCATION.
- THE VOICE AND PEN.
- THE VOYAGE.
- THE WINDOW.
- THE YEAR-KING.
- THOSE SHANDON BELLS.
- TO ETHNA.
- TO ETHNA.
- TO HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.
- TO JUNE.
- To Longfellow.
- TO THE BAY OF DUBLIN.
- TO THE MEMORY OF FATHER PROUT.
- WAITING FOR THE MAY.
- WELCOME, MAY.
- Yes,‘ tis the cry of a child, feeble and faint in the night...
- Yet take the colder copy from my hand...
- Yet!‘ twas on that barren strand...
- YOUTH AND AGE.
- “CEASE TO DO EVIL — LEARN TO DO WELL. "