Poems by John Boyle O'Reilly

Poems by John Boyle O'Reilly

Peace and Pain, by John Boyle O'Reilly

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

A White Rose, by John Boyle O'Reilly

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

The Value of Gold, by John Boyle O'Reilly

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

The Trial of the Gods, by John Boyle O'Reilly

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

A Tragedy, by John Boyle O'Reilly

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

There is Blood on the Earth, by John Boyle O'Reilly

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

Star-Gazing, by John Boyle O'Reilly

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

The Shadow, by John Boyle O'Reilly

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

Rules of the Road, by John Boyle O'Reilly

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

The Ride of Collins Graves, by John Boyle O'Reilly

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

Remorse, by John Boyle O'Reilly

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

At Best, by John Boyle O'Reilly

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

Love, and Be Wise, by John Boyle O'Reilly

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

A Lost Friend, by John Boyle O'Reilly

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

Jacqueminots, by John Boyle O'Reilly

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