John Boyle O'Reilly

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

John Boyle O'Reilly Poems

1. The White Rose 1/2/2015
2. The Useless Ones 5/20/2012
3. Western Australia 5/20/2012
4. Night Thoughts 1 5/20/2012
5. Night Poetry 2 5/20/2012
6. My Troubles 5/20/2012
7. The Pilgrim's Fathers 5/20/2012
8. To-Day 5/20/2012
9. From The Heights 5/20/2012
10. Poet And Lord 5/20/2012
11. Written Under A Portrait Of Keats 5/20/2012
12. The Press Evangel 5/20/2012
13. The Temple Of Friendship 5/20/2012
14. Under The River 5/20/2012
15. Spring Flowers 5/20/2012
16. Songs That Are Not Sung 5/20/2012
17. To My Dear Old Friend, Mr. A. Shuman 5/20/2012
18. Life Is A Confluence 5/20/2012
19. Waiting 5/20/2012
20. Wendell Phillips 5/20/2012
21. Vignettes 5/20/2012
22. Jacqueminots 5/20/2012
23. The Loving Cup Of The Papyrus 5/20/2012
24. The Lure 5/21/2012
25. Star-Gazing 5/21/2012
26. The Priceless Thing 5/21/2012
27. The Word And The Deed 5/21/2012
28. Mary 5/21/2012
29. Wheat Grains 5/21/2012
30. The Statues In The Block 5/21/2012
31. The Empty Niche 5/21/2012
32. The Mutiny Of The Chains 5/21/2012
33. There Is Blood On The Earth 5/21/2012
34. The City Streets 5/21/2012
35. The Priests Of Ireland 5/21/2012
36. The Celebes 5/21/2012
37. Uncle Ned’s Tales: How The Flag Was Saved 5/21/2012
38. The King Of The Vasse 5/21/2012
39. The Dog Guard: An Australian Story 5/21/2012
40. Inscription To Western Australia 5/21/2012

Comments about John Boyle O'Reilly

  • NEAL 251 (6/17/2005 8:10:00 AM)

    I LIKE JOHN BOYLE OREILLY. HE IS NOT THE GREATEST POET. HE WAS A RENAISANCE MAN. HE WAS A SOLDIER, A WRITER, A REVOLUTIONARY AND OBVIOUSLY A ROMANTIC. THE POEM I LIKE BEST IS A WHITE ROSE. HE KIND OF REMINDS ME OF ME. I LIKE TO READ AND LOVE ART LOVE MUSIC BUT I AM AN ATHLETE, A SOLDIER AND A FIREARMS ENTHUSIAST BUT A ROMANTIC AS WELL.

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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

At Best

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The faithful helm commands the keel,
From port to port fair breezes blow;

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