John Boyle O'Reilly

(28 June 1844 - 10 August 1890 / Dowth Castle, County Meath)

John Boyle O'Reilly Poems

1. The Useless Ones 5/20/2012
2. At School 5/20/2012
3. Western Australia 5/20/2012
4. Night Thoughts 1 5/20/2012
5. Night Poetry 2 5/20/2012
6. Conscience 5/20/2012
7. My Troubles 5/20/2012
8. A Year 5/20/2012
9. The Pilgrim's Fathers 5/20/2012
10. To-Day 5/20/2012
11. To A.S. On His Daughter's Wedding 5/20/2012
12. From The Heights 5/20/2012
13. An Art Message 5/20/2012
14. Poet And Lord 5/20/2012
15. Written Under A Portrait Of Keats 5/20/2012
16. Trust 5/20/2012
17. A Dissapointment 5/20/2012
18. The Press Evangel 5/20/2012
19. Under The River 5/20/2012
20. Spring Flowers 5/20/2012
21. Songs That Are Not Sung 5/20/2012
22. To My Dear Old Friend, Mr. A. Shuman 5/20/2012
23. Life Is A Confluence 5/20/2012
24. The Temple Of Friendship 5/20/2012
25. Waiting 5/20/2012
26. A Seed 5/20/2012
27. Vignettes 5/20/2012
28. Jacqueminots 5/20/2012
29. The Loving Cup Of The Papyrus 5/20/2012
30. Wendell Phillips 5/20/2012
31. The Lure 5/21/2012
32. Star-Gazing 5/21/2012
33. The Priceless Thing 5/21/2012
34. The Word And The Deed 5/21/2012
35. Mary 5/21/2012
36. Bone And Sinew And Brain 5/21/2012
37. Wheat Grains 5/21/2012
38. The Statues In The Block 5/21/2012
39. The Empty Niche 5/21/2012
40. An Old Vagabond 5/21/2012
Best Poem of John Boyle O'Reilly

A White Rose

THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips

Read the full of A White Rose

406 [unfinished]

I do not know the meaning of the sign,
But bend before its power, as a reed bends
When the black tornado fills the valley to the lips.
Three times in twenty years its shape has come
On lines of fire on the black veil of mystery;
At first, tho' strange, it seemed familiar,
And lingered on the mind as if at rest;
The second time if flashed a thrill came, too,
For supernature spoke, or tried to speak;

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