Dora Sigerson Shorter
Biography of Dora Sigerson Shorter
Dora Sigerson (1866–1918) was an Irish poet, who after her marriage in 1895 wrote under the name Dora Sigerson Shorter. She was born in Dublin, Ireland, the daughter of George Sigerson, a surgeon and writer, and Hester (née Varian) also a writer. She was a major figure of the Irish Literary revival, publishing many collections of poetry from 1893. Her friends included Katharine Tynan, a noted Irish-born poet and author.
Her husband was Clement King Shorter, an English journalist and literary critic. They lived together in London, until her death.
Dora Sigerson Shorter's Works:
The fairy changeling and other poems.
My lady's slipper and other poems.
Ballads and poems.
The father confessor.
The woman who went to hell.
As the sparks fly upward.
The country house party.
The story and song of Earl Roderick.
The troubadour and other poems.
Through wintry terrors. [A novel.]
Do-well and do-little. [A fairy story.]
The collected poems of Dora Sigerson Shorter, with an introduction by George Meredith.
Madge Linsey and other poems.
A dull day in London. [Prose essays.]
A legend of Glendalough and other ballads.
Sixteen dead men and other poems of Easter week.
The sad years.
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- A Fantasy
- The Dead Soldier
- A Ballad Of Marjorie
- Build No Roof-Tree
- The Guardian Angels
- A Child’s Song
- A Singing Bird In The City
- I Saw Children Playing
- The Four Children
- The Little Brother
- The Patchwork Quilt
- A Cry In The World
- Ave Maria
- Comfort The Women
A Bird From The West
At the grey dawn, amongst the falling leaves,
A little bird outside my window swung,
High on a topmost branch he trilled his song,
And ' Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!' ever sung.
“Take me,' I cried, 'back to my island home;
Sweet bird, my soul shall ride between thy wings ';
For my lone spirit wide his pinions spread, '
And home and home and home he ever sings.