Dora Sigerson Shorter

(1866-1918 / Ireland)

Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems

1. A Bird From The West 9/29/2010
2. A Careless Heart 9/29/2010
3. A Catholic To His Ulster Brother 9/29/2010
4. A Changeling 9/29/2010
5. A Misunderstanding 9/29/2010
6. A Moth 9/29/2010
7. A New Year 9/29/2010
8. A Recompense 9/29/2010
9. A Rose Will Fade 9/29/2010
10. A Friend In Need 9/29/2010
11. A Song For Evaleen 9/29/2010
12. A Weeping Cupid 9/29/2010
13. All Soul’s Eve 9/29/2010
14. All-Souls' Night 9/29/2010
15. An Eastern God 9/29/2010
16. An Eclipse 9/29/2010
17. An Epitaph 9/29/2010
18. An Imperfect Revolution 9/29/2010
19. An Irish Blackbird 9/29/2010
20. As The Sparks Fly Upward 9/29/2010
21. Ave Maria 9/29/2010
22. Beware 9/29/2010
23. Build No Roof-Tree 9/29/2010
24. But For The Tears 9/29/2010
25. By The Sea 9/29/2010
26. Cean Duv Deelish 9/29/2010
27. Cecilia’s Way 9/29/2010
28. Clouds 9/29/2010
29. Comfort The Women 9/29/2010
30. Conscription 9/29/2010
31. Cupid Slain 9/29/2010
32. Daisies 9/29/2010
33. Death Of Gormlaith 9/29/2010
34. Distant Voices 9/29/2010
35. Donacha Rua 9/29/2010
36. Earl Roderick’s Bride 9/29/2010
37. Eclipse 9/29/2010
38. Empire Building 9/29/2010
39. Faith 9/29/2010
40. False Dearvorgil 9/29/2010

Comments about Dora Sigerson Shorter

  • arham (7/14/2018 2:56:00 AM)

    lakhati lanat tere moo te

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  • Francie Lynch Francie Lynch (4/20/2014 11:03:00 PM)

    Glad I was directed here by the daily poem. Solid writer. Love the period take we get these hundred years later.

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Best Poem of Dora Sigerson Shorter

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.
I paced the long and lonesome way
In meditation deep,
And there I saw a little maid
Who bitterly did weep.
Quaint was her silken robe and flowed
In some disorder down,
And on her slender shoulders fell
Her locks of tangled brown.
'Too late! Too late!' she weeping cried,
Her voice was like the wind—
She passed and wrung her lily hands
And left me far behind.

A maid distraught indeed was she
Her anguish all confessed—
In ...

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A Bird From The West

At the grey dawn, amongst the falling leaves,
A little bird outside my window swung,
High on a topmost branch he trilled his song,
And ' Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!' ever sung.

“Take me,' I cried, 'back to my island home;
Sweet bird, my soul shall ride between thy wings ';
For my lone spirit wide his pinions spread, '
And home and home and home he ever sings.

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