George William Russell

[A. E.] (10 April 1867 – 17 July 1935 / Lurgan, County Armagh, Ireland)

George William Russell Poems

121. Unity 5/7/2012
122. Content 5/7/2012
123. Endurance 5/7/2012
124. Children Of Lir 5/7/2012
125. Duality 5/7/2012
126. Blindness 5/7/2012
127. The Pain Of The Earth 5/7/2012
128. The Winds Of Angus 5/7/2012
129. Mystery 5/7/2012
130. The Twilight Of Earth 5/7/2012
131. Sung On A By-Way 5/7/2012
132. Dream Love 5/7/2012
133. The Virgin Mother 5/7/2012
134. Light And Dark 5/7/2012
135. Brotherhood 5/7/2012
136. Forgiveness 5/7/2012
137. The Voice Of The Waters 5/7/2012
138. Hope In Failure 5/7/2012
139. Frolic 5/7/2012
140. The Faces Of Memory 5/7/2012
141. Childhood 5/7/2012
142. Affinity 5/4/2012
143. Alien 5/7/2012
144. Aphrodite 5/7/2012
145. A Prayer 5/7/2012
146. A Last Counsel 5/4/2012
147. Benediction 5/7/2012
148. The Dream 5/7/2012
149. Faith 5/7/2012
150. A Return 5/7/2012
151. Babylon 5/7/2012
152. The Morning Star 5/7/2012
153. A Vision Of Beauty 5/7/2012
154. A New Theme 5/7/2012
155. Age And Youth 5/4/2012
156. A Farewell 5/4/2012
157. Answer 5/7/2012
158. A Summer Night 5/7/2012
159. A Call 5/4/2012
160. A Midnight Meditation 5/7/2012

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Best Poem of George William Russell

A Woman's Voice

HIS head within my bosom lay,
But yet his spirit slipped not through:
I only felt the burning clay
That withered for the cooling dew.

It was but pity when I spoke
And called him to my heart for rest,
And half a mother’s love that woke
Feeling his head upon my breast:

And half the lion’s tenderness
To shield her cubs from hurt or death,
Which, when the serried hunters press,
Makes terrible her wounded breath.

But when the lips I breathed upon
Asked for such love as equals claim—
I looked where all the stars ...

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A Call Of The Sidhe

TARRY thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight’s glory:
Gay are the hills with song: earth’s faery children leave
More dim abodes to roam the primrose-hearted eve,
Opening their glimmering lips to breathe some wondrous story.
Hush, not a whisper! Let your heart alone go dreaming.
Dream unto dream may pass: deep in the heart alone
Murmurs the Mighty One his solemn undertone.
Canst thou not see adown the silver cloudland streaming
Rivers of faery light, dewdropp on dewdropp f

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