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
- A Ballad Of Marjorie
- I Saw Children Playing
- A Bird From The West
- A Ballad Of The Wailing Ghost
- The Guardian Angels
- The Watcher in the Wood
- A Fairy Prince
- My Lady’s Slipper
- My Neighbors Garden
- Ourselves Alone
- The Patchwork Quilt
- The Two Nests
- A Cry In The World
My Future lay cradled asleep;
I kissed the sweet mouth and she smiled
With a promise of all she should be,
Womanhood crowning the child—
Her wings that would grow with her growth,
Till they bore her to heaven at last;
When she queened in the world awhile,
Then all the sweet mockery past.
So closing my eyes while I dreamt,