George William Russell (1867–1935). Collected Poems by A.E. 1913.
Index of First Lines
- A cabin on the mountain side hid in a grassy nook
- A diamond glow of winter o’er the world
- A friendly mountain I know
- A laughter in the diamond air, a music in the trembling grass
- All the morn a spirit gay
- A man went forth one day at eve
- As flow the rivers to the sea
- As from our dream we died away
- A shaft of fire that falls like dew
- As one by one the veils took flight
- At dusk the window panes grew grey
- Bearded with dewy grass the mountains thrust
- Burning our hearts out with longing
- By many a dream of God and man my thoughts in shining flocks were led
- Come earth’s little children pit-pat from their burrows on the hill
- Could you not in silence borrow
- Dark glowed the vales of amethyst
- Dark head by the fireside brooding
- Does the earth grow grey with grief
- Do you not feel the white glow in your breast, my bird?
- Dream faces bloom around your face
- Dusk, a pearl-grey river, o’er
- Dusk its ash-grey blossoms sheds on violet skies
- Dusk wraps the village in its dim caress
- Ere I lose myself in the vastness and drowse myself with the peace
- Even as a bird sprays many-coloured fires
- Faint grew the yellow buds of light
- Far up the dim twilight fluttered
- From the cool and dark-lipped furrows
- Heart-hidden from the outer things I rose
- He bent above: so still her breath
- Here where the loves of others close
- Her mist of primroses within her breast
- His head within my bosom lay
- How came this pigmy rabble spun
- How I could see through and through you!
- How often have I said
- How shallow is this mere that gleams!
- I am the tender voice calling “Away”
- I begin through the grass once again to be bound to the Lord
- I could praise you once with beautiful words ere you came
- I did not deem it half so sweet
- I fain would leave the tender songs
- I go down from the hills half in gladness, and half with a pain I depart
- I have wept a million tears
- I heard them in their sadness say
- I know myself no more, my child
- Image of beauty, when I gaze on thee
- In day from some titanic past it seems
- In summer time, with high imaginings
- In the black pool of the midnight Lu has slung the morning star
- In the wet dusk silver sweet
- I paused beside the cabin door and saw the King of Kings at play
- I pitied one whose tattered dress
- I said my pleasure shall not move
- I thought, beloved, to have brought to you
- It’s a lonely road through bogland to the lake at Carrowmore
- Its edges foamed with amethyst and rose
- It was the fairy of the place
- I who had sought afar from earth
- I will not follow you, my bird
- I woke to find my pillow wet
- I would I could weave in
- I would not have the love of lips and eyes
- Let us leave our island woods grown dim and blue
- Lightest of dancers, with no thought
- Like winds or waters were her ways
- Love and pity are pleading with me this hour
- Men have made them gods of love
- Mother, with whom our lives should be
- Not her own sorrow only that hath place
- Not the soul that’s whitest
- Not unremembering we pass our exile from the starry ways
- Now the quietude of earth
- Now the rooftree of the midnight spreading
- Now when the spirit in us wakes and broods
- Oh, at the eagle’s height
- Oh, be not led away
- Oh, if my spirit may foretell
- O Holy Spirit of the Hazel, hearken now
- Oh, the sudden wings arising from the ploughed fields brown
- One thing in all things have I seen
- Only in my deep heart I love you, sweetest heart
- On me to rest, my bird, my bird
- On the bird of air blue-breasted glint the rays of gold
- On the twilight-burnished hills I lie and long and gaze
- Our true hearts are forever lonely
- Out of the dusky chamber of the brain
- Over all the dream-built margin, flushed with grey and hoary light
- Poor little child, my pretty boy
- Pure at heart we wander now
- See where the light streams over Connla’s fountain
- Shadowy-petalled, like the lotus, loom the mountains with their snows
- Still as the holy of holies breathes the vast
- Still rests the heavy share on the dark soil
- Tarry thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight’s glory
- The blue dusk ran between the streets: my love was winged within my mind
- The children awoke in their dreaming
- The children were shouting together
- The East was crowned with snow-cold bloom
- The grey road whereupon we trod became as holy ground
- The heavens lay hold on us: the starry rays
- The hero first thought it
- The lights shone down the street
- The might that shaped itself through storm and stress
- There in her old-world garden smiles
- There’s a cure for sorrow in the well at Ballylee
- There were many burning hours on the heartsweet tide
- The sea was hoary, hoary
- The skies from black to pearly grey
- The sweetest song was ever sung
- The twilight fleeted away in pearl on the stream
- The twinkling mists of green and gold
- The warmth of life is quenched with bitter frost
- The while my mad brain whirled around
- The winds, the stars, and the skies though wrought
- The wonder of the world is o’er
- They bathed in the fire-flooded fountains
- They call us aliens, we are told
- They tell me that the earth is still the same
- This is the hero-heart of the enchanted isle
- This is the red, red region
- This mood hath known all beauty, for it sees
- Those delicate wanderers
- Though now thou hast failed and art fallen, despair not because of defeat
- Though your eyes with tears were blind
- Through the blue shadowy valley I hastened in a dream
- Twilight, a blossom grey in shadowy valleys dwells
- Twilight, a timid fawn, went glimmering by
- Unto the deep the deep heart goes
- We air tired who follow after
- We are desert leagues apart
- We have left our youth behind
- We laid him to rest with tenderness
- Well, when all is said and done
- We must pass like smoke or live within the spirit’s fire
- We turned back mad from the mystic mountains
- We woke from our sleep in the bosom where cradled together we lay
- What call may draw thee back again
- What domination of what darkness dies this hour
- What is the love of shadowy lips
- What miracle was it that made this grey Rathgar
- What of all the will to do?
- When for love it was fain of
- When in my shadowy hours I pierce the hidden heart of hopes and fears
- When mine hour is come
- When our glowing dreams were dead
- When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies
- When the dawn comes forth I wonder
- When the morning breaks above us
- When the soul sought refuge in the place of rest
- When the unquiet hours depart
- When twilight flutters the mountains over
- Where are now the dreams divine
- Where the Greyhound River windeth through a loneliness so deep
- Where we sat at dawn together, while the star-rich heavens shifted
- While the earth is dark and grey
- While the yellow constellations shine with pale and tender glory
- Who are exiles? As for me
- Who art thou, O Glory
- Who gave thee such a ruby flaming heart
- Who is that goddess to whom men should pray
- Who is this unseen messenger
- Who would think this quiet breather
- Why does this sudden passion smite me?
- With eyes all untroubled she laughs as she passes
- Within the iron cities
- With Thee a moment! Then what dreams have play!
- With the glamour of the Gay
- You and I have found the secret way
- You look at me with wan, bright eyes
- You remember, dear, together
- Your paths were all unknown to us