Hibernia Poems - Poems about Hibernia

...Hy-Brasil Out a’high in lashin’ waves a’crashin’ anger’d sea b’yond Albion an’ Hibernia where mists a’shadow’d, lowly o’ magical Isle o’ Hy-Brasil tentacl’d ocean beast ther’ tore fe......

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...Newfoundlanders can row, you should see some of'em go, when they puts a punt on a pond. But I don't like this mess, all this Race foolishness, I'd never seen so much goings on. If you wants to......

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...The Saints be preserved! Begorra! Today Saint Patrick reigns! An excuse to get the Irish blood a-coursin' through yer veins! A time for clans with even a tad of Irish in their genes, To celebrate ......

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...across the Doggerland dogged people trudge Neanderthals, Heidelbergers...Sapiens, the last ones standing hairy mammoths, heavy life bearing down the mighty maw of an ice wall crunches, enfor......

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...The scent of the sea in Erin's cool air Captivates me and I wish I were there. Such colors displayed in ivy that crawls Weaving its way over ancient rock walls. I recall my awe of every hue ......

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...As the sun fades o’er the water and birds chatter in the grove, Two old, wrinkled, weary thinkers wander slowly by the cove. Waves advancing and receding from the edges of the sea Bring a bittersw......

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...Courage held In heart of Lion Celtic memory of ancient reunion In arena of Death's bloody passion Lion's fight for life the prize Swords held high salute the Caesar Two giants hold their sw......

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...coming out enchanting a harp playing bewitching music from an irish sea from the mist of hibernia entering a cold mystical island a lonely teddy bear out in an ocean dressed in her forty sh......

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...The Saints be preserved! Begorra! Today Saint Patrick reigns! An excuse to get the Irish blood a-coursin' through yer veins! A time for clans with even a tad of Irish in their genes, To celebrate ......

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...Blood Brothers As one, in life, they tug their craft Over the sun bleached sands Salt air fills heaving chests The tide beckons with friendly waves. They float over foam, spray in their eyes, Lau......

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...Bird around the bay of white and swoops aloft the air Descends upon the deck and lays a top a chair Dear bird me thinks I leave my land to forage and to bare And now my suit has got your fruits on sh......

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