Alice Guerin Crist

(6 February 1876 - 13 June 1941 / Clare Castle)

Alice Guerin Crist Poems

1. The Courtship Of Young John 4/5/2010
2. The Old Days - And The New 4/5/2010
3. The Way Of The Bush 4/5/2010
4. The Young Rebel 4/5/2010
5. West Of Fanny O'Dea's 4/5/2010
6. When Rody Came To Ironbark 4/5/2010
7. The Voyage 4/5/2010
8. The Latest Martyr (Mexico 1926) 4/5/2010
9. The Ride Of Rody Burke 4/5/2010
10. The Silver Box 4/5/2010
11. The Water-Witch 4/5/2010
12. The First School Day 4/5/2010
13. Old Tin Liz 1/1/2004
14. Grass 4/5/2010
15. Himself 4/5/2010
16. Homesick 4/5/2010
17. In Winter 4/5/2010
18. Milestones 4/5/2010
19. Brother Wind 4/5/2010
20. Christmas Welcome 4/5/2010
21. “o’shea” 4/5/2010
22. O’grady’s Little Girl 4/5/2010
23. Bid Mccrae 4/5/2010
24. November In Ireland 1/1/2004
25. A Song Of Delight 4/5/2010
26. Croquet 4/5/2010
27. Murtagh The Cobbler 4/5/2010
28. A Young Rebel 4/5/2010
29. Adventure 4/5/2010
30. The Banshee 4/5/2010
31. Sixty Years Ago 4/5/2010
32. A Letter From Palestine 4/5/2010
33. Enniskillen 4/5/2010
34. Fairies 4/5/2010
35. A Dream Of Heaven 4/5/2010
36. Resurrection 1/1/2004
37. Afterglow 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Alice Guerin Crist

Afterglow

A magic wrought of dying dreams
A wizard light that creeps and glows;
Painting grey hills and sluggish streams
In tints of gold and rose

Staining with fire the cherry-snow
Lighting our hearts with sudden flame
As if the love of long ago
Back from its ashes came

Rose-flushed and radiant everything
And joy and hope are born anew;
Even the darting swallow's wing
Has caught its glowing hue

Ah! swift it dies from hill and plain...
Be wise dear heart and let me go;
Not love that lit our hearts again -
Only it's afterglow!

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Old Tin Liz

We have scrubbed, and scoured and polished, till she's looking just like new,
And her good old engines singing, and our hearts are singing too,
While the magpies pipe a chorus, and the air's like a sparkling fizz.
And we're going to the races in the Old Tin Liz.

T'was the first car in the district, how we swelled our chests with pride,
As we asked our poorer neighbours to step up and take a ride,
Now they pass us by, disdainful, in the newest make there is,
Wondering why we cling so fai

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