Charlotte Street (The Rocky Road To Dublin)

    Inside a soap shop, down a lane,
    A big bee buzzed on a window-pane,

    Climbing the cold glass up and down;
    Bee, what brought you into town?

    You are tired and hungry and scarce alive,
    Poor old Shaggy-Tail! where's your hive?

James Stephens

James Stephens was an Irish novelist and poet, whose literary output includes many retellings of Irish myths and fairy tales. He was born on February 9, 1880, and passed away on December 26, 1950. Notable works include 'The Crock of Gold' and 'The Demi-Gods'. Stephens also wrote several well-regarded collections of poetry, including 'The Hill of Vision' and 'Insurrections'. His work is characterized by a blend of myth, fantasy, and modernism, capturing the spirit and culture of Ireland.

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The Cow (The Adventures Of Seumas Beg)

James Stephens, Simple Poetry

Day And Night (The Adventures Of Seumas Beg)

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April Showers (The Adventures Of Seumas Beg)

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York Street (The Rocky Road To Dublin)

    If in winter you shall drive
    Birds from crumbs, you shall not thrive;
    But if you feed them, they will fly
    To sing it sweetly on the sky.

    So throw up the window, and
    Scatter with a lavish hand,
    Taking care you do not spill
    Flower-pots from the window-sill,

    Singing, "Ireland shall be free
    From the centre to the sea";
    Singing bravely once again,
    "We are Dan O'Connell's Men."

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Mount Street (The Rocky Road To Dublin)

    Here and there on the wings of night
    A fleck of blue and purple light,
    A scrap of cloud, a bird, a star,
    A comet hurrying afar
    On the abyss, and the moon
    Standing in her silver shoon.

    On the summit of the sky,
    Delicate and proud and high,
    The silver moon on a silver sea
    Spins her silver broidery
    While the stars send down a light
    Here and there on the wings of night.

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Merrion Square (The Rocky Road To Dublin)

    Grey clouds on the tinted sky,
    A drifting moon, a quiet breeze
    Drooping mournfully to cry
    In the branches of the trees.

    The crying wind, the sighing trees,
    The ruffled stars, the darkness falling
    Down the sky, and on the breeze
    A belated linnet calling.

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Grafton Street (The Rocky Road To Dublin)

    At four o'clock, in dainty talk,
    Lords and lovely ladies walk,
    With a gentle dignity,
    From the Green to Trinity.

    And at five o'clock they take,
    In a Café, tea and cake,
    Then they call a carriage, and
    Drive back into fairyland.

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George's Street (The Rocky Road To Dublin)

    Listen! if but women were
    Half as kind as they are fair,
    There would be an end to all
    Miseries that do befall.

    Cloud and wind would run together
    In a dance of sunny weather,
    And the happy trees would throw
    Gifts to travellers below.

    Then the lion, meek and mild,
    With the lamb would, side by side,
    Couch him friendly, and would be
    Innocent of enmity.

    Then the Frozen Pole would go,
    Tossing off his fields of snow,
    And would shake delighted feet
    With the girls of George's Street.

    These, if women only were
    Half as kind as they are fair.

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Dunphy's Corner (The Rocky Road To Dublin)

    Pacing slowly down the road
    Black horses go, with load on load
    Of Dublin people dead, and they
    Will be covered up in clay.

    Ere their friends go home, each man
    Will shake his head, and drain a can
    To Dublin people we will meet
    Not again in Grafton Street.

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