Poems by John Boyle O'Reilly

The day and night are symbols of creation,
And each has part in all that God has made;
There ...

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
Oh, the red rose is a...

There may be standard weight for precious metal,
But deeper meaning it must ever hold;
Thank ...

"On a regular division of the [Roman] Senate, Jupiter was condemned and degraded by the sense of...

A soft-breasted bird from the sea
Fell in love with the light-house flame;
And it wheeled roun...

There is blood on the face of the earth--
It reeks through the years, and is red:
Where Truth...

Let be what is: why should we strive and wrestle
With awkward skill against a subtle doubt?
Or ...

There is a shadow on the sunny wall,
Dark and forbidding, like a bode of ill;
Go, drive it ...

What man would be wise, let him drink of the river
That bears on its bosom the record of time: ...

An incident of the flood in Massachusetts, on May 16, 1874. No song of a soldier riding down
...

I remember when I was a boy
That a grown girl wanted to kiss me;
And I struggled, was angry, ...

The faithful helm commands the keel,
From port to port fair breezes blow;
But the ship must s...

Not on the word alone
Let love depend;
Neither by actions done
Choose ye the friend. ...

My friend he was; my friend from all the rest;
With childlike faith he oped to me his breast;
...

I may not speak in words, dear, but let my words be flowers,
To tell their crimson secret in ...