John Boyle O'Reilly

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

John Boyle O'Reilly Poems

121. Withered Snowdrops 5/21/2012
122. The Old School Clock 5/20/2012
123. The Cry Of The Dreamer 5/20/2012
124. A Nation's Test 5/21/2012
125. My Native Land 5/20/2012
126. A Seed 5/20/2012
127. Rules Of The Road 5/21/2012
128. The Well's Secret 5/21/2012
129. Constancy 5/20/2012
130. A Passage 5/20/2012
131. Love's Sacrifice 5/21/2012
132. The Exile Of The Gael 5/20/2012
133. Love, And Be Wise 5/20/2012
134. 406 [unfinished] 5/20/2012
135. Crispus Attucks 5/20/2012
136. America 5/21/2012
137. A Dead Man 5/21/2012
138. Yesterday And Tomorrow 5/20/2012
139. A Tragedy 5/20/2012
140. A Message Of Peace 5/20/2012
141. A Man 5/20/2012
142. At Fredericksburg—dec. 13, 1862 5/21/2012
143. What Is Good 5/20/2012
144. A Builder's Lesson 5/20/2012
145. A Song For Soldiers 5/21/2012
146. A Lost Friend 5/20/2012
147. A Kiss 5/20/2012
148. Experience 12/31/2002
149. At Best 1/1/2004
150. An Old Picture 5/20/2012
151. A White Rose 12/31/2002

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

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,
Till his toung has grown cautious, his heart has grown cold,
Till the smile leaves his mouth, till the ring leaves his laugh,
And he shirks the bright headache you ask him to quaff.
He grows ...

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At Best

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