John Todhunter Poems
- The Banshee Green, in the wizard arms Of the foam-bearded ...
- Golgotha 1. On his cross still hangs the Saviour, Bears ...
- Maureen O, you plant the pain in my heart with your wistful ...
- A June Day The very spirit of summer breathes to-day, Here ...
- Aghadoe There's a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe, There ...
- The Black Knight 1. A beaten and a baffled man, My life ...
- The Marseillaise What means this mighty chant, wherein its ...
John Todhunter was an Irish poet and playwright who wrote seven volumes of poetry, and several plays.
Todhunter was born in Dublin, the eldest son of Thomas Harvey Todhunter, a Quaker merchant of English origin. He and was educated at Quaker schools in York and Mountmellick. He attended Trinity College Medical School, where he studied medicine. While at Trinity, Todhunter won the Vice-Chancellor's prize for English Verse 1864, 1865 and 1866, and the Gold Medal of the Philosophical Society 1866 for an essay. He also clerked for William Stokes while studying. Todhunter received his Bachelor of Medicine in 1867, and his Doctorate of Medicine degree in ... more »
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Green, in the wizard arms
Of the foam-bearded Atlantic,
An isle of old enchantment,
A melancholy isle,
Enchanted and dreaming lies;
And there, by Shannon's flowing,
In the moonlight, spectre-thin,
The spectre Erin sits.
An aged desolation,
She sits by old Shannon's flowing,
A mother of many children,
Of children exiled and dead,
In her home, with bent head, homeless,
Clasping her knees she sits,
And at her keen the fairy-grass
Trembles on dun and barrow;
Around the foot of her ancient crosses
The grave-grass shakes...