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Isabella Augusta, Lady Gregory
15 March 1852 – 22 May 1932
Poetry Listing
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Blessing On Patrick Sarsfield | O Patrick Sarsfield, health be to you | | 8 | 567 | | 2: | A Lament For Fair-Haired Donough That Was Hanged In Galway | It was bound fast here you saw him, and wondered to see him, | | 40 | 527 | | 3: | A Poem Written In Time Of Trouble By An Irish Priest Who Had Taken Orders In France | My thoughts, my grief! are without strength | | 31 | 499 | | 4: | A Sleepy Song That Grania Used To Be Singing Over Diarmuid The Time They Were Wandering And Hiding From Finn | Sleep a little, a little little, for there is nothing at all to fear, | | 5 | 452 | | 5: | A Sorrowful Lament For Ireland | My thoughts, alas! are without strength; | | 128 | 477 | | 6: | An Aran Maid's Wedding | I am widow and maid, and I very young; | | 6 | 517 | | 7: | An Craoibhin Complains Because He Is A Poet | It's my grief that I am not a little white duck, | | 24 | 446 | | 8: | Credhe's Complaint At The Battle Of The White Strand | And Credhe came to where her man was, and she keened him and cried over him, | | 11 | 504 | | 9: | Deirdre's Lament For The Sons Of Usnach | As for Deirdre, she cried pitifully, wearily, | | 22 | 474 | | 10: | Emer's Lament For Cuchulain | And Emer took the head of Cuchulain in her hands, | | 10 | 428 | | 11: | Forgaill's Praise Of Columcille | This now is the poem of praise and of lamentation | | 16 | 433 | | 12: | He Cries Out Against Love | There are three fine devils eating my heart | | 16 | 508 | | 13: | He Meditates On The Life Of A Rich Man | A golden cradle under you, and you young; | | 18 | 457 | | 14: | Her Lament For His Death | Then when Grania was certain of Diarmuid's death she gave out | | 8 | 431 | | 15: | Her Song To Rouse Him From Sleep | The stag to the east is not asleep, he does not stop from bellowing; | | 2 | 427 | | 16: | His Answer When Some Stranger Asked Who He Was | I am Raftery the poet, full of hope and love; | | 2 | 427 | | 17: | His Lament For O'Daly | It was Thomas O'Daly that roused up young people and scattered them, | | 8 | 436 | | 18: | His Lament For O'Kelly | There's no dew or grass on Cluan Leathan. | | 3 | 455 | | 19: | His Praise Of Finn | It is a week from yesterday I last saw Finn; I never saw a braver man. | | 4 | 426 | | 20: | His Praise Of The Little Hill And The Plains Of Mayo | After the Christmas, with the help of Christ, | | 3 | 457 | | 21: | His Repentance | O King who art in Heaven, I scream to Thee again and aloud, | | 3 | 473 | | 22: | His Vision Of Death | I had a vision in my sleep last night between sleeping and waking. | | 4 | 462 | | 23: | Oisin After The Fenians | Now my strength is gone from me, I that was adviser to the Fenians, | | 10 | 438 | | 24: | Oisin's Vision | I saw the household of Finn; it was not the household of a soft race; | | 4 | 443 | | 25: | Raftery's Praise Of Mary Hynes | Going to Mass by the will of God, the day came wet and the wind rose; | | 10 | 574 | | 26: | The Army Of The Sidhe | Laegaire, son of the king of Connacht, | | 6 | 458 | | 27: | The Call To Bran | One time Bran, son of Febal, was out by himself near his dun, | | 10 | 424 | | 28: | The Death Of Osgar | And after a while, at noonday, they saw Finn coming towards them, | | 2 | 469 | | 29: | The Deer's Cry | Blessed Patrick made this hymn one time he was going to preach | | 11 | 527 | | 30: | The Foretelling Of Cathbad The Druid At Deirdre's Birth | Let Deirdre be her name: harm will come through her. | | 4 | 403 | | 31: | The Grief Of A Girl's Heart | O Donall og, if you go across the sea, | | 13 | 458 | | 32: | The Hag Of Beare | It is of Corca Dubhne she was, and she had her youth seven times over, | | 21 | 482 | | 33: | The Heart Of The Wood | My hope and my love, we will go for a while into the wood,... | | 1 | 517 | | 34: | The Hymn Of Molling's Guest, The Man Full Of Trouble | He is clean gold, he is Heaven about the sun, | | 8 | 448 | | 35: | The Parting Of Goll And His Wife | And when Goll knew Finn to be watching for his life he made no attempt | | 4 | 485 | | 36: | The Seven Heavens | Some of the Wonders Told at the Great in the East of the World | | 10 | 457 |
About:
Isabella Augusta, Lady Gregory née Isabella Augusta Persse, was an Irish dramatist and folklorist. With William Butler Yeats and others, she co-founded the Irish Literary Theatre and the Abbey Theatre, and wrote numerous short works for both companies. Lady Gregory produced a number of books of retellings of stories taken from Irish mythology.
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