John Boyle O'Reilly

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

John Boyle O'Reilly Poems

81. To My Little Blanid 5/20/2012
82. Liberty Lighting The World 5/20/2012
83. The Infinite 5/20/2012
84. From The Earth, A Cry 5/20/2012
85. Erin 5/20/2012
86. Yes? 5/20/2012
87. Two Lives 5/20/2012
88. The Value Of Gold 5/21/2012
89. The Amber Whale 5/20/2012
90. The Ride Of Collin Graves 5/21/2012
91. The Fisherman Of Wexford 5/21/2012
92. Golu 5/21/2012
93. The Unhappy One 5/21/2012
94. Forever 5/20/2012
95. Loving Is Dreaming 5/20/2012
96. Under The Surface 5/20/2012
97. The Wonderful Country 5/20/2012
98. Love Was True To Me 5/20/2012
99. The Real Good 5/20/2012
100. Living 5/20/2012
101. Farewell 5/20/2012
102. In Bohemia 5/20/2012
103. Love's Secret 5/20/2012
104. The Shadow 5/20/2012
105. Mayflower 5/20/2012
106. Her Refrain 5/20/2012
107. Heart Hunger 5/20/2012
108. My Mother's Memory 5/20/2012
109. Three Graves 5/20/2012
110. The Dead Singer 5/21/2012
111. The Flying Dutchman 5/21/2012
112. Silence, Not Death 5/21/2012
113. “from, That Fair Land And Drear Land In The South” 5/21/2012
114. A Legend Of The Blesses Virgin 5/21/2012
115. A Savage 5/21/2012
116. A Year 5/20/2012
117. A Dissapointment 5/20/2012
118. Distance 5/20/2012
119. At School 5/20/2012
120. An Old Vagabond 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

The Useless Ones

Poets should not reason:
Let them sing!
Argument is treason —
Bells should ring.

Statements none, nor questions;
Gnomic words.
Spirit-cries, suggestions,
Like the birds.

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