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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WAVES OF BREFFNY, by EVA GORE-BOOTH Poet's Biography First Line: The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea Last Line: And the little waves of breffny go stumbling through my soul. Alternate Author Name(s): Selina Variant Title(s): The Little Waves Of Breffny Subject(s): Ireland; Irish | |||
The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea, And there is traffic in it and many a horse and cart; But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me, And the little roads of Cloonagh go rambling through my heart. A great storm from the ocean goes shouting o'er the hill, And there is glory in it and terror on the wind, But the haunted air of twilight is very strange and still, And the little winds of twilight are dearer to my mind. The great waves of the Atlantic sweep storming on their way, Shining green and silver with the hidden herring shoal; But the Little Waves of Breffny have drenched my heart in spray, And the Little Waves of Breffny go stumbling through my soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SIGHTSEERS by PAUL MULDOON THE DREAM SONGS: 290 by JOHN BERRYMAN AN IRISH HEADLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GIANT'S RING: BALLYLESSON, NEAR BELFAST by ROBINSON JEFFERS IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER |
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