Dora Sigerson Shorter
Biography of Dora Sigerson Shorter
Dora Sigerson (1866–1918) was an Irish poet, who after her marriage in 1895 wrote under the name Dora Sigerson Shorter. She was born in Dublin, Ireland, the daughter of George Sigerson, a surgeon and writer, and Hester (née Varian) also a writer. She was a major figure of the Irish Literary revival, publishing many collections of poetry from 1893. Her friends included Katharine Tynan, a noted Irish-born poet and author.
Her husband was Clement King Shorter, an English journalist and literary critic. They lived together in London, until her death.
Dora Sigerson Shorter's Works:
The fairy changeling and other poems.
My lady's slipper and other poems.
Ballads and poems.
The father confessor.
The woman who went to hell.
As the sparks fly upward.
The country house party.
The story and song of Earl Roderick.
The troubadour and other poems.
Through wintry terrors. [A novel.]
Do-well and do-little. [A fairy story.]
The collected poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter, with an introduction by George Meredith.
Madge Linsey and other poems.
A dull day in London. [Prose essays.]
A legend of Glendalough and other ballads.
Sixteen dead men and other poems of Easter week.
The sad years.
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Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems
I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree, She plucked berries bright to crown her head. She was singing little robin's song
A Ballad Of Marjorie
'What ails you that you look so pale, O fisher of the sea?' ''Tis for a mournful tale I own, Fair maiden Marjorie.'
The Human Touch
She made roses all the day for pretty ladies' wear, All through the patient hours, half into the night.
The Watcher In The Wood
Deep in the wood's recesses cool I see the fairy dancers glide, In cloth of gold, in gown of green, My lord and lady side by side.
A Ballad Of The Wailing Ghost
As I between the dusk and dark Walked down by Hampton Towers, I strayed upon the haunted path In the forbidden hours.
The Little Brother
O brother, brother, come down to the crags by the bay, Come down to the caves where I play; For oh! I saw on the rocks, asleep,
The Sinking Ship
The ship is sinking, come ye one and all. Stand fast and so this weakness overhaul, Come ye strong hands and cheery voices call,
The Golden Apple
She saw on the far bank a golden apple, A glowing apple, poor little Eve, Between ran the river so darkly dapple,
Rain After Drought
All night the small feet of the rain Within the garden ran, And gentle fingers tapped the pane Until the dawn began.
The Flight Of The Wild Geese
Wrapt in the darkness of the night, Gathering in silence on the shore, Wild geese flown from hiding on the hills
The Little White Rabbit
‘May I go to the field,’ said the little white rabbit, ‘Where the corn grows sweet and high?’
The Guardian Angels
A Ballad Father John in the green lane went And he drew his robe full tight,
The Gypsie’s Road
I shall go on the gypsies' road, The road that has no ending; For the sedge is brown on the lone lake side,
The Three Trees
The oak is a brave tree that groweth in the wood— The oak, and the pine, and the aspen tree—
A Ballad Of Marjorie
'What ails you that you look so pale,
O fisher of the sea?'
''Tis for a mournful tale I own,
Fair maiden Marjorie.'
'What is the dreary tale to tell,
O toiler of the sea?'
'I cast my net into the waves,
Sweet maiden Marjorie.
'I cast my net into the tide,