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Subject: CELTS
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UPDATE command denied to user 'poetryex_users'@'localhost' for table `poetryex_poems`.`subcnt` A BOOK OF CELTIC VERSE (TO SEUMAS MACMANUS), by THEODOSIA (PICKERING) GARRISON    Poem Text                     Poet's Biography
First Line: That was never a book that you brought me and gave to my hand
Last Line: That you gave to me.
Alternate Author Name(s): Faulks, Frederick J., Mrs.
Subject(s): Books; Celts; Poetry & Poets; Reading


CELTS, by FLORENCE MARGARET SMITH    Poem Source         Poet Analysis             Poet's Biography
First Line: I think of the celts as rather a whining lady
Last Line: All the same she is not so beautiful as she was
Alternate Author Name(s): Smith, Stevie
Subject(s): Celts


SALUTATION TO THE CELTS, by THOMAS D'ARCY MCGEE    Poem Text                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Hail to our celtic brethren, wherever they may be
Last Line: Are the sea-divided gaels.
Subject(s): Celts


THE CELTS, by THOMAS D'ARCY MCGEE    Poem Text                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Long, long ago, beyond the misty space
Last Line: They, of your song sublime!
Subject(s): Celts


THE CELTS, by MARGARET SACKVILLE    Poem Text                     Poet's Biography
First Line: And evermore we sought the fight but still
Last Line: By the chill breath of windy dreams at last.
Subject(s): Celts; War


THE CELTS, by FLORENCE MARGARET SMITH    Poem Full Text     Poem Explanation     Poet Analysis             Poet's Biography
First Line: I think of the celts as rather a whining lady
Alternate Author Name(s): Smith, Stevie
Subject(s): Celts


TO A BRETON BEGGAR (DOL CATHEDRAL), by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR    Poem Text                     Poet's Biography
First Line: In the brown shadow of the transept door
Last Line: The glamour of the celt!
Subject(s): Celts; Old Age; Poverty; Prayer; Solitude; Thought; Loneliness; Thinking


WE LOVE TO SUFFER, by ELIZABETH MAYER    Poem Text                    
First Line: I am a celt
Last Line: And found her glory in a thorn-pressed brow?
Subject(s): Celts; Pain; Suffering; Misery