Douglas Hyde (Dubhghlas de hÍde) known as An Craoibhín Aoibhinn ("The Pleasant Little Branch"), was an Irish scholar of the Irish language who served as the first President of Ireland from 1938 to 1945. He founded the Gaelic League, one of the most influential cultural organisations in Ireland at the time.
Hyde was born at Longford House in Castlerea in County Roscommon, while his mother, Elizabeth née Oldfield (1834–1886) was on a short visit there. His father, Arthur Hyde, whose family were originally from Castlehyde, Fermoy, County Cork, was Church of Ireland rector of Kilmactranny, County Sligo from 1852 to 1867, and it was here that Hyde spent ... more »
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Douglas Hyde Poems
I Am Raferty
I am Raferty the Poet Full of hope and love, With eyes that have no light, With gentleness that has no misery.
I Shall Not Die For Thee
FOR thee, I shall not die, Woman of high fame and name; Foolish men thou mayest slay I and they are not the same.
My Grief On The Sea
MY grief on the sea, How the waves of it roll! For they heave between me And the love of my soul!
My Love, Oh, She Is My Love
SHE casts a spell, oh, casts a spell! Which haunts me more than I can tell. Dearer, because she makes me ill
A Poem To Be Said On Hearing The Birds S...
A fragrant prayer upon the air My child taught me, Awaken there, the morn is fair, The birds sing free;
Ringleted Youth Of My Love
RINGLETED youth of my love, With thy locks bound loosely behind thee, You passed by the road above, But you never came in to find me;
Bruadar And Smith And Glinn
Bruadar and Smith and Glinn, Amen, dear God, I pray, May they lie low in waves of woe, And tortures slow each day!
Colum-Cille’s Farewell To Ireland
ALAS for the voyage, O High King of Heaven, Enjoined upon me, For that I on the red plain of bloody Cooldrevin Was present to see.
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I Am Raferty
I am Raferty the Poet
Full of hope and love,
With eyes that have no light,
With gentleness that has no misery.
Going west upon my pilgrimage
By the light of my heart,
Feeble and tired
To the end of my road.
Behold me now,
And my face to the wall,
Unto empty pockets.