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. Haunted By Tigers 5/21/2012
3. Released—january, 1878 5/21/2012
4. Ensign Epps, The Color-Bearer 5/21/2012
5. Grant—1885 5/21/2012
6. Macarius The Monk 5/21/2012
7. The Treasure Of Abram 5/21/2012
8. The Trial Of The Gods 5/21/2012
9. Midnight—september 19, 1881 5/21/2012
10. Muley Malak 5/21/2012
11. The King’s Evil 5/21/2012
12. Ireland - 1882 5/21/2012
13. Resurgite!- June, 1877 5/21/2012
14. The Wail Of Two Cities 5/21/2012
15. The Patriot's Game 5/21/2012
16. The Loss Of The Emigrants 5/21/2012
17. Hidden Sins 5/21/2012
18. John Mitchel 5/21/2012
19. Though It Lash The Shallows That Line The Beach 5/21/2012
20. Prologue To Western Australia 5/21/2012
21. Uncle Ned’s Tale: An Old Dragoon's Story 5/21/2012
22. The Last Of The Narwhale 5/21/2012
23. Wendell Phillips 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 City Streets 5/21/2012
33. The Priests Of Ireland 5/21/2012
34. Liberty 5/21/2012
35. The Mutiny Of The Chains 5/21/2012
36. There Is Blood On The Earth 5/21/2012
37. The Celebes 5/21/2012
38. Uncle Ned’s Tales: How The Flag Was Saved 5/21/2012
39. The King Of The Vasse 5/21/2012
40. The Dog Guard: An Australian Story 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

Experience

THE world was made when a man was born,
He must taste for himself the forbidden springs;
He can never take warning from old-fashion'd things;
He must fight as a boy, he must drink as a youth,
Of the friend of his soul; he must laugh to scorn
The hints of deceit in a woman's eyes--
They are clear as the wells of Paradise.

And so he goes on till the world grows old,

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