John Boyle O'Reilly

(28 June 1844 - 10 August 1890 / Dowth Castle, County Meath)

John Boyle O'Reilly Poems

1. The White Rose 1/2/2015
2. Haunted By Tigers 5/21/2012
3. Macarius The Monk 5/21/2012
4. The Treasure Of Abram 5/21/2012
5. Ensign Epps, The Color-Bearer 5/21/2012
6. Grant—1885 5/21/2012
7. The Last Of The Narwhale 5/21/2012
8. Destiny 5/21/2012
9. The Trial Of The Gods 5/21/2012
10. Midnight—september 19, 1881 5/21/2012
11. Muley Malak 5/21/2012
12. The King’s Evil 5/21/2012
13. Chunder Ali’s Wife 5/21/2012
14. Released—january, 1878 5/21/2012
15. Ireland - 1882 5/21/2012
16. Resurgite!- June, 1877 5/21/2012
17. The Wail Of Two Cities 5/21/2012
18. The Patriot's Game 5/21/2012
19. The Loss Of The Emigrants 5/21/2012
20. Hidden Sins 5/21/2012
21. The King Of The Vasse 5/21/2012
22. The Dog Guard: An Australian Story 5/21/2012
23. Inscription To Western Australia 5/21/2012
24. John Mitchel 5/21/2012
25. Though It Lash The Shallows That Line The Beach 5/21/2012
26. Prologue To Western Australia 5/21/2012
27. Uncle Ned’s Tale: An Old Dragoon's Story 5/21/2012
28. Vignettes 5/20/2012
29. Jacqueminots 5/20/2012
30. The Loving Cup Of The Papyrus 5/20/2012
31. Wendell Phillips 5/20/2012
32. The Lure 5/21/2012
33. Star-Gazing 5/21/2012
34. The Priceless Thing 5/21/2012
35. The Word And The Deed 5/21/2012
36. Mary 5/21/2012
37. Bone And Sinew And Brain 5/21/2012
38. Wheat Grains 5/21/2012
39. The Statues In The Block 5/21/2012
40. The Empty Niche 5/21/2012
Best Poem of John Boyle O'Reilly

A White Rose

THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips

Read the full of A White Rose

Experience

THE world was made when a man was born,
He must taste for himself the forbidden springs;
He can never take warning from old-fashion'd things;
He must fight as a boy, he must drink as a youth,
Of the friend of his soul; he must laugh to scorn
The hints of deceit in a woman's eyes--
They are clear as the wells of Paradise.

And so he goes on till the world grows old,

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