Biography of Gerald Griffin
Gerald Griffin was an Irish novelist, poet and playwright.
He was born in Limerick, Ireland, the son of a brewer. He went to London in 1823 and became a reporter for one of the daily papers, and later turned to writing fiction. Once of his most famous works is The Collegians written about the murder of the Colleen Bawn in 1820. In 1838 he burned all of his unpublished manuscripts and joined the Catholic religious order "Congregation of Christian Brothers" in Cork, and died from typhus fever at their monastery.
Gerald Griffin has a street named after him in Limerick City and another in Cork City, Ireland. Loughill/Ballyhahill GAA club in west Limerick play under the name of Gerald Griffins.
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Gerald Griffin Poems
Oh, sweet Adare! oh, lovely vale! Oh, soft retreat of sylvan splendour! Nor summer sun nor morning gale E'er hail'd a scene more softly tender.
A Place In Thy Memory
A Place in thy memory, Dearest! Is all that I claim: To pause and look back when thou hearest The sound of my name.
Recollections Of Our Native Valley
Know ye not that lovely river? Know ye not that smiling river? Whose gentle flood, By cliff and wood,
To A Sea-Gull
White bird of the tempest! O beautiful thing, With the bosom of snow, and the motionless wing, Now sweeping the billow, now floating on high,
WHEN like the early rose, Eileen Aroon! Beauty in childhood blows, Eileen Aroon!
Sleep that like the couched dove Broods o'er the weary eye, Dreams that with soft heavings move The heart of memory,
Devotion. -- A Vision
Methought I roved on shining walks, 'Mid odorous groves and wreathed bowers. Where, trembling on their tender stalks,
Sleep that like the couched dove
Broods o'er the weary eye,
Dreams that with soft heavings move
The heart of memory,
Labor's guerdon, golden rest,
Wrap thee in its downy vest, -
Fall like comfort on thy brain
And sing the hush song to thy pain!