Eva Gore-Booth Poems
The Little Waves Of Breffny
The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea,
And there is traffic in it and many a horse and cart,But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me,
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On A Fork Of Byron's
by James Brunton Stephens
Like any other fork.'No mark you meet with
To point some psychological conceit with.
An ordinary fork. A fork to eat with.
No individuality of fashion:
No stamp of frenzy fine, or poet-passion;
An article in no respect Parnassian.
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