Isabella Valancy Crawford

(25 December 1850 – 12 February 1887 / Dublin, Ireland)

Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems

1. Songs For The Soldiers 12/31/2002
2. Said The West Wind 5/14/2001
3. My Ain Bonnie Lass O' The Glen. 4/20/2010
4. The Earth Waxeth Old. 4/20/2010
5. The Wishing Star. 4/20/2010
6. Old Spookses' Pass 1/1/2004
7. A Harvest Song 4/20/2010
8. A Perfect Strain 4/20/2010
9. Bouche-Mignonne 4/20/2010
10. Late Loved--Well Loved 4/20/2010
11. Love's Land 4/20/2010
12. Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part Ii. 4/20/2010
13. Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part Iii. 4/20/2010
14. Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part Iv. 4/20/2010
15. Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part V. 4/20/2010
16. Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part Vi. 4/20/2010
17. March 4/20/2010
18. Mary's Tryst 4/20/2010
19. Curtius 4/20/2010
20. Gisli: The Chieftain 4/20/2010
21. Old Spense 4/20/2010
22. Said The Skylark 4/20/2010
23. Said The Thistle-Down 4/20/2010
24. Said The Wind 4/20/2010
25. Some Of Farmer Stebbin's Opinions 4/20/2010
26. The Burgomeister's Well 4/20/2010
27. The Deacon And His Daughter 4/20/2010
28. The Farmer's Daughter Cherry 4/20/2010
29. The Ghosts Of The Trees 4/20/2010
30. The Helot 4/20/2010
31. The Land Of Kisses 4/20/2010
32. The Roman Rose-Seller 4/20/2010
33. The Shell 4/20/2010
34. The White Bull 4/20/2010
35. The Wooing Of Gheezis 4/20/2010
36. Two Songs Of Spain 4/20/2010
37. Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part I. 4/20/2010
38. The Lily Bed 12/31/2002
39. The Rose 12/31/2002
40. The Hidden Room 4/20/2010

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Best Poem of Isabella Valancy Crawford

His Wife And Baby

In the lone place of the leaves,
Where they touch the hanging eaves,
There sprang a spray of joyous song that sounded sweet and sturdy;
And the baby in the bed
Raised the shining of his head,
And pulled the mother's lids apart to wake and watch the birdie.
She kissed lip-dimples sweet,
The red soles of his feet,
The waving palms that patted hers as wind-blown blossoms wander;
He twined her tresses silk
Round his neck as white as milk­
'Now, baby, say what birdie sings upon his green spray yonder.'

'He sings a plenty ...

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Said The West Wind

1 I love old earth! Why should I lift my wings,
2 My misty wings, so high above her breast
3 That flowers would shake no perfumes from their hearts,
4 And waters breathe no whispers to the shores?
5 I love deep places builded high with woods,
6 Deep, dusk, fern-closed, and starred with nodding blooms,
7 Close watched by hills, green, garlanded and tall.

8 On hazy wings, all shot with mellow gold,

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