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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Dora Sigerson Shorter Poems
I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tree, She plucked berries bright to crown her head. She was singing little robin's song
A Ballad Of The Wailing Ghost
As I between the dusk and dark Walked down by Hampton Towers, I strayed upon the haunted path In the forbidden hours.
The Watcher in the Wood
Deep in the wood's recesses cool I see the fairy dancers glide, In cloth of gold, in gown of green, My lord and lady side by side.
A Ballad Of Marjorie
'What ails you that you look so pale, O fisher of the sea?' ''Tis for a mournful tale I own, Fair maiden Marjorie.'
The Little Brother
O brother, brother, come down to the crags by the bay, Come down to the caves where I play; For oh! I saw on the rocks, asleep,
The Sinking Ship
The ship is sinking, come ye one and all. Stand fast and so this weakness overhaul, Come ye strong hands and cheery voices call,
A Child’s Song
The starlings they have come to town, With polka dots on their robes of brown; They sit a crowd on the old plane tree,
The Fairy Thorn-Tree
'This is an evil night to go, my sister, To the thorn-tree across the fairy rath, Will you not wait till Hallow Eve is over?
At Pompeii I heard a woman laugh, And turned to find the reason of her mirth; Saw but the silent figure of a girl
A Lost Flower
Droop all the flowers in my garden, All their fair heads hang low; For rose, their fairest companion, Never again will they know.
My Lady’s Slipper
A TRUE STORY I I am a man who hath known trouble, O'Ruarc of the Lake.
The Dead Wife
Thrice turned she in her narrow bed, His tears disturbed her rest; She kissed the little babe that lay So still upon her breast.
The Golden Apple
She saw on the far bank a golden apple, A glowing apple, poor little Eve, Between ran the river so darkly dapple,
The Guardian Angels
A Ballad Father John in the green lane went And he drew his robe full tight,
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,