John Boyle O'Reilly

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

John Boyle O'Reilly Poems

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