Poems by John Boyle O'Reilly

I'd rather live in Bohemia than in any other land;
For only there are the values true,
And th...

Once I had a little sweetheart
In the land of the Malay, --
Such a little yellow sweetheart!
W...

Those we love truly never die,
Though year by year the sad memorial wreath,
A ring and flower...

Is he well blest who has no eyes to scan
The woeful things that shadow all our life:
The laten...

Gaunt in the midst of the prairie,
She who was once so fair;
Charred and rent are her garment...

Nation of sun and sin,
Thy flowers and crimes are red,
And thy heart is sore within
While th...