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. Bereft 10/5/2010
9. Brian Boy Magee 10/5/2010
10. Caroll O’daly 10/5/2010
11. Consummation 10/5/2010
12. Donal Mac Seaghain Na Mallacht 10/5/2010
13. Feithfailge 10/5/2010
14. Glen Moylena 10/5/2010
15. Handsome Brian O'Gallagher 10/5/2010
16. Haunted 10/5/2010
17. Hills O’my Heart 10/5/2010
18. I-Breasil 10/5/2010
19. Máirín-Ní-Cullinán 10/5/2010
20. Mary Of Carrick 10/5/2010
21. Mea Culpa 10/5/2010
22. Mo Bhuachaill Cael-Dubh 10/5/2010
23. Mo Chraoibhín Cno 10/5/2010
24. Moorloch Mary 10/5/2010
25. My Dearest 10/5/2010
26. My Prayer 10/5/2010
27. My Prayer For You 10/5/2010
28. My Yellow Yorlin 10/5/2010
29. Neece The Rapparee 10/5/2010
30. Nial O’cahan 10/5/2010
31. Niall Glondubh To Gormlai 10/5/2010
32. Niamh 10/5/2010
33. On An Island 10/5/2010
34. On Inisheer 10/5/2010
35. In Glengormley 10/5/2010
36. In Ispahan 10/5/2010
37. In Tír-Na N-Og 10/5/2010
38. A Gaelic’s Song 10/5/2010
39. A Glen Song 10/5/2010
40. Passing By 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 Ballad Of Galway

The market place is all astir,
The sombre streets are gay,
And lo! a stately galleon
Lies anchored in the Bay–
The colleens shy, and sturdy lads,
Are swiftly trooping down,
To greet the Spanish sailors
On the quay of Galway Town.

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