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. Prologue To Western Australia 5/21/2012
4. Uncle Ned’s Tale: An Old Dragoon's Story 5/21/2012
5. The Last Of The Narwhale 5/21/2012
6. Ensign Epps, The Color-Bearer 5/21/2012
7. Grant—1885 5/21/2012
8. Resurgite!- June, 1877 5/21/2012
9. The Wail Of Two Cities 5/21/2012
10. The Patriot's Game 5/21/2012
11. The Loss Of The Emigrants 5/21/2012
12. Hidden Sins 5/21/2012
13. Uncle Ned’s Tales: How The Flag Was Saved 5/21/2012
14. John Mitchel 5/21/2012
15. Though It Lash The Shallows That Line The Beach 5/21/2012
16. Macarius The Monk 5/21/2012
17. The Treasure Of Abram 5/21/2012
18. Dolores 5/21/2012
19. The Trial Of The Gods 5/21/2012
20. Midnight—september 19, 1881 5/21/2012
21. Muley Malak 5/21/2012
22. The King’s Evil 5/21/2012
23. Chunder Ali’s Wife 5/21/2012
24. Vignettes 5/20/2012
25. Jacqueminots 5/20/2012
26. The Loving Cup Of The Papyrus 5/20/2012
27. Wendell Phillips 5/20/2012
28. The Lure 5/21/2012
29. Star-Gazing 5/21/2012
30. The Priceless Thing 5/21/2012
31. The Word And The Deed 5/21/2012
32. Mary 5/21/2012
33. Bone And Sinew And Brain 5/21/2012
34. Wheat Grains 5/21/2012
35. The Statues In The Block 5/21/2012
36. The Empty Niche 5/21/2012
37. The City Streets 5/21/2012
38. The Priests Of Ireland 5/21/2012
39. Liberty 5/21/2012
40. The Mutiny Of The Chains 5/21/2012
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

406 [unfinished]

I do not know the meaning of the sign,
But bend before its power, as a reed bends
When the black tornado fills the valley to the lips.
Three times in twenty years its shape has come
On lines of fire on the black veil of mystery;
At first, tho' strange, it seemed familiar,
And lingered on the mind as if at rest;
The second time if flashed a thrill came, too,
For supernature spoke, or tried to speak;

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