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  • Billy Mills 22:24 on 27/08/2017 Permalink | Reply

    Lizzie Twigg: Irish Woman Poet Number 101 

    Lizzie Twigg (c 1882 – 1933) was born in Bengal where her father was serving in the army. He moved to Limerick when she was a child, where she attended the Presentation Convent, Sexton Street. An Ardent Irish Nationalist, she associated with George Russel (Æ) and was mentioned by Joyce in Ulysses. She published one collection, Songs and Poems, in 1905. Her ‘Flame in the Skies of Sunset’, taken from that book, was set to music by Hamilton Harty. The Limerick Leader published an extensive obituary on January 14th, 1933, ten days after her death.




  • Billy Mills 19:44 on 06/08/2017 Permalink | Reply

    Henrietta Nethercott: Irish Woman Poet 

    Henrietta Nethercott published two volumes of verse, Poetical Pieces of Religion and Nature (Dublin, 1856) and The Traveller’s Dream, and Other Poems (Dublin, 1859), both as Henrietta.

    The Broken Spring


    IN the delicate harp of your family union

    Dark fingers have broken a string;

    And the echoes it left when its music departed

    In your hearts like a requiem ring.


    But, when the glad groups of the saved are uniting,

    And the discord of parting is o’er.

    Oh ! the hand of its maker and master shall touch it.

    And a sweetness more mellow shall pour.


    For the brother ye love has been laid with the blessed;

    He was true, he was tender to all;

    Ah ! no wonder that oft ye will start and be lonely,

    As with freshness his voice ye recall.


    Let the clouds not prevail o’er the spot where he’s resting;

    Let a hope be enshrin’d in each tear;

    Let them arch the green grave like a rainbow at evening.

    Nor decline, till the morn shall appear.

  • Billy Mills 20:17 on 11/07/2017 Permalink | Reply

    Lucy Spring-Rice: Irish Woman Poet 

    Lucy Spring Rice (1854 – 1884) published two volumes of poems, Sonnets and Other Poems (1872) and Pictures from a Life and other Poems (1884), both under her married name of Knox. ‘Song’ is taken from the former.

    O WHITE rose-bud, my rose, my rose!

    What is my life to me?

    Far off I watched thy sweetness blow;

    Longed I not then for thee?

    Yet twilight and the reddening dawn,

    I would not hasten these,

    Nor dry the dew-drops on thy heart

    To give mine own more ease.

    Thy leaves, too tender for my touch,

    He plucked with careless praise;

    I saw thee in his breast, and then

    Flung loose on dusty ways.

    O rose-bud that shall never bloom,

    At last, when hope has fled,

    I lay thee in the heart that waits

    To break till thou art dead

  • Billy Mills 21:21 on 10/06/2017 Permalink | Reply

    Ellen Mary Clerke: Irish Woman Poet 

    Ellen Mary Clerkeplaque (1840-1906) was born in Skibbereen and died in London. Her sister Agnes Mary was a leading astronomer and non-fiction author, and Ellen Mary was a polymath herself, writing popular science titles, poetry, translations from the Italian, and articles in German and Arabic. A devout Catholic, ‘THE BUILDING AND PINNACLE OF THE TEMPLE’ was published in 1902 in Carmina Mariana; an English anthology in verse in honour of or in relation to the Blessed Virgin Mary edited by Orby Shipley.

    Not made with hands, its walls began to climb

    From roots in Life’s foundations deeply set,

    Far down amid primeval forms, where yet

    Creation’s Finger seemed to grope in slime.
    Yet not in vain passed those first-born of Time,

    Since each some presage gave of structure met

    In higher types, lest these the bond forget

    That links Earth’s latest to the fore-world’s prime.

    And living stone on living stone was laid,

    In scale ascending ever, grade on grade,

    To that which in its Maker’s eyes seemed good —

    The Human Form : and in that shrine of thought,

    By the long travail of the ages wrought,

    The Temple of the Incarnation stood.
    Through all the ages since the primal ray,

    Herald of life, first smote the abysmal night

    Of elemental Chaos, and the might

    Of the Creative Spark informed the clay,
    From worm to brute, from brute to man — its way

    The Shaping Thought took upward, flight on flight.

    By stages which Earth’s loftiest unite

    Unto her least, made kin to such as they.

    As living link, or prophecy, or type

    Of purpose for fulfilment yet unripe,

    Each has its niche in the supreme design ;

    Converging to one Pinnacle, whereat

    Sole stands Creation’s Masterpiece — and that

    Which was through her — the Human made Divine.

  • Billy Mills 22:03 on 04/06/2017 Permalink | Reply

    Emma Maria De Burgh: Irish Woman Poet 

    Emma Maria De Burgh (Died 21 September, 1851) was born Emma Maria Hunt, possibly in or around Newbridge, Kildare and died in Dublin. Her posthumous volume The voice of many waters, a selection from the compositions in prose and verse of E.M. De Burgh was edited by her sister Caroline Hunt and printed privately in London in 1858.

    Air — Aptoun.


    Go, where Cader Idris towers,

    Spent volcano, to the sky;

    Go and search her sides for flowers,

    Cull them ere they fade and die;

    Where the lava once was flowing,

    Others grope, but why should I?

    Fairer far the wild heath ‘s glowing,

    Aloes scarce, and harebells shy.


    Wandering ‘mid the hazel bowers

    Which her beauteous base adorn,

    Go, and bless the vernal showers

    Which have bade those bowers be born.

    Rustic fruit-trees downward bending,

    Welcome on this sultry morn,

    Yield their sweets; but with them blending,

    As in life, there grows a thorn.

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