Isabella Valancy Crawford

(25 December 1850 – 12 February 1887 / Dublin, Ireland)

Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems

1. Songs For The Soldiers 12/31/2002
2. Said The West Wind 5/14/2001
3. My Ain Bonnie Lass O' The Glen. 4/20/2010
4. The Earth Waxeth Old. 4/20/2010
5. The Wishing Star. 4/20/2010
6. Old Spookses' Pass 1/1/2004
7. A Harvest Song 4/20/2010
8. A Perfect Strain 4/20/2010
9. Bouche-Mignonne 4/20/2010
10. Late Loved--Well Loved 4/20/2010
11. Love's Land 4/20/2010
12. Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part Ii. 4/20/2010
13. Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part Iii. 4/20/2010
14. Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part Iv. 4/20/2010
15. Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part V. 4/20/2010
16. Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part Vi. 4/20/2010
17. March 4/20/2010
18. Mary's Tryst 4/20/2010
19. Curtius 4/20/2010
20. Gisli: The Chieftain 4/20/2010
21. Old Spense 4/20/2010
22. Said The Skylark 4/20/2010
23. Said The Thistle-Down 4/20/2010
24. Said The Wind 4/20/2010
25. Some Of Farmer Stebbin's Opinions 4/20/2010
26. The Burgomeister's Well 4/20/2010
27. The Deacon And His Daughter 4/20/2010
28. The Farmer's Daughter Cherry 4/20/2010
29. The Ghosts Of The Trees 4/20/2010
30. The Helot 4/20/2010
31. The Land Of Kisses 4/20/2010
32. The Roman Rose-Seller 4/20/2010
33. The Shell 4/20/2010
34. The White Bull 4/20/2010
35. The Wooing Of Gheezis 4/20/2010
36. Two Songs Of Spain 4/20/2010
37. Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part I. 4/20/2010
38. The Lily Bed 12/31/2002
39. The Rose 12/31/2002
40. The Hidden Room 4/20/2010
Best Poem of Isabella Valancy Crawford

His Wife And Baby

In the lone place of the leaves,
Where they touch the hanging eaves,
There sprang a spray of joyous song that sounded sweet and sturdy;
And the baby in the bed
Raised the shining of his head,
And pulled the mother's lids apart to wake and watch the birdie.
She kissed lip-dimples sweet,
The red soles of his feet,
The waving palms that patted hers as wind-blown blossoms wander;
He twined her tresses silk
Round his neck as white as milk­
'Now, baby, say what birdie sings upon his green spray yonder.'

'He sings a plenty ...

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Songs For The Soldiers

IF songs be sung let minstrels strike their harps
To large and joyous strains, all thunder-winged
To beat along vast shores. Ay, let their notes
Wild into eagles soaring toward the sun,
And voiced like bugles bursting through the dawn
When armies leap to life! Give them such breasts
As hold immortal fires, and they shall fly,
Swept with our little sphere through all the change
That waits a whirling world.

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