Anna Johnston MacManus

(1866-1902 / Ireland)

Anna Johnston MacManus Poems

1. After 10/5/2010
2. All Soul’s Night 10/5/2010
3. Amor Vincit 10/5/2010
4. Angus The Lover 10/5/2010
5. Anne Hathaway 10/5/2010
6. Art The Lonely 10/5/2010
7. At The Well Of Branchy Trees 10/5/2010
8. Caroll O’daly 10/5/2010
9. Consummation 10/5/2010
10. Donal Mac Seaghain Na Mallacht 10/5/2010
11. Feithfailge 10/5/2010
12. Glen Moylena 10/5/2010
13. Handsome Brian O'Gallagher 10/5/2010
14. Haunted 10/5/2010
15. Hills O’my Heart 10/5/2010
16. I-Breasil 10/5/2010
17. Máirín-Ní-Cullinán 10/5/2010
18. Mary Of Carrick 10/5/2010
19. Mea Culpa 10/5/2010
20. Mo Bhuachaill Cael-Dubh 10/5/2010
21. Mo Chraoibhín Cno 10/5/2010
22. Moorloch Mary 10/5/2010
23. My Dearest 10/5/2010
24. My Prayer 10/5/2010
25. My Prayer For You 10/5/2010
26. My Yellow Yorlin 10/5/2010
27. Neece The Rapparee 10/5/2010
28. Nial O’cahan 10/5/2010
29. Niall Glondubh To Gormlai 10/5/2010
30. Niamh 10/5/2010
31. On An Island 10/5/2010
32. On Inisheer 10/5/2010
33. A Gaelic’s Song 10/5/2010
34. A Glen Song 10/5/2010
35. Bereft 10/5/2010
36. In Glengormley 10/5/2010
37. In Ispahan 10/5/2010
38. In Tír-Na N-Og 10/5/2010
39. Sir Turlough 10/5/2010
40. Sláinte Na H-Éireann 10/5/2010
Best Poem of Anna Johnston MacManus

In Donegal

I know a purple moorland where a blue loch lies,
Where the lonely plover circles, and the peewit cries,
Oh! do you yet remember that dear day in September,
The hills and shadowy waters beneath those tender skies?

Behind the scythes, swift-flashing, a wealth of gold corn lay,
In every brake a singing voice had some sweet word to say,
When we took the track together across a world of heather,
With Joy before us like a star to point the pleasant way.

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In Kerry of the Kings you hear the cuckoo call,
You watch the gorse grow withered and its ...

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A New Year’s Song (1898)

What shall the year bring, fraught with omen,
What shall the core of its message be?
Tramp of battle, and bright swords flashing,
And the sunburst over you, Gramachree?

Say in what dawn shall our eyes behold it–
Swift, white sails on the western sea,
And the exiled clans of your love returning
To succour and save you, Gramachree!

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