James Clarence Mangan Red Poems
- 1. O'hussey's Ode To The Maguire
Where is my chief, my master, this bleak night, mavrone?
O cold, cold, miserably cold is this bleak night for Hugh!
Its showery, arrowy, speary sleet pierceth one thro' and thro',
Pierceth one to the very bone.
- 2. Lament For Banba
O my land! O my love!
What a woe, and how deep,
Is thy death to my long mourning soul!
God alone, God above,
- 3. King Cahal Mór Of The Wine-red Hand
I walked entranced
Through a land of Morn:
The sun, with wondrous excess of light,
Shone down and glanced
- 4. Kincora
Ah, where, Kincora! is Brian the Great?
And where is the beauty that once was thine?
Oh, where are the princes and nobles that sate
At the feasts in thy halls, and drank the red wine,
- 5. A Lament For The Princes Of Tyrone And Tyrconnel
O woman of the piercing wail,
Who mournest o'er yon mound of clay
With sigh and groan,
Would God thou wert among the Gael!
- 6. Dark Rosaleen
O my Dark Rosaleen,
Do not sigh, do not weep!
The priests are on the ocean green,
They march along the deep.