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The Fairy Changeling and Other Poems
The Fairy Changeling and Other Poems
The Fairy Changeling and Other Poems
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"The Fairy Changeling and Other Poems" by Dora Sigerson Shorter. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherGood Press
Release dateDec 3, 2019
ISBN4057664581549
The Fairy Changeling and Other Poems

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    The Fairy Changeling and Other Poems - Dora Sigerson Shorter

    Dora Sigerson Shorter

    The Fairy Changeling and Other Poems

    Published by Good Press, 2022

    goodpress@okpublishing.info

    EAN 4057664581549

    Table of Contents

    A BALLAD OF MARJORIE

    THE PRIEST’S BROTHER

    THE BALLAD OF THE LITTLE BLACK HOUND

    THE RAPE OF THE BARON’S WINE

    CEAN DUV DEELISH

    BANAGHER RHUE

    THE FAIR LITTLE MAIDEN

    AT CHRISTMAS TIME

    A WEEPING CUPID

    THE LOVER

    A BIRD FROM THE WEST

    ALL SOULS’ EVE

    AN IMPERFECT REVOLUTION

    LOVE

    WISHES

    CUPID SLAIN

    WHAT WILL YOU GIVE?

    A MEADOW TRAGEDY

    AN ECLIPSE

    THE SCALLOP SHELL

    WITH A ROSE

    FOR EVER

    THE BLOW RETURNED

    VALE

    THE SKELETON IN THE CUPBOARD

    YOU WILL NOT COME AGAIN

    THE WRECKAGE

    I AM THE WORLD

    A NEW YEAR

    THE KINE OF MY FATHER

    SANCTUARY

    AN EASTERN GOD

    A FRIEND IN NEED

    IN A WOOD

    A VAGRANT HEART

    WHEN YOU ARE ON THE SEA

    MY NEIGHBOUR’S GARDEN

    AN IRISH BLACKBIRD

    DEATH OF GORMLAITH

    UNKNOWN IDEAL

    BEWARE

    THE OLD MAID

    WIRASTRUA

    QUESTIONS

    A LITTLE DOG

    I PRAYED SO EAGERLY

    WHEN THE DARK COMES

    DISTANT VOICES

    THE BALLAD OF THE FAIRY THORN-TREE

    THE SUICIDE’S GRAVE

    Dermod O’Byrne of Omah town

    In his garden strode up and down;

    He pulled his beard, and he beat his breast;

    And this is his trouble and woe confessed:

    "The good-folk came in the night, and they

    Have stolen my bonny wean away;

    Have put in his place a changeling,

    A weashy, weakly, wizen thing!

    "From the speckled hen nine eggs I stole,

    And lighting a fire of a glowing coal,

    I fried the shells, and I spilt the yolk;

    But never a word the stranger spoke:

    "A bar of metal I heated red

    To frighten the fairy from its bed,

    To put in the place of this fretting wean

    My own bright beautiful boy again.

    "But my wife had hidden it in her arms,

    And cried ‘For shame!’ on my fairy charms;

    She sobs, with the strange child on her breast:

    ‘I love the weak, wee babe the best!’"

    To Dermod O’Byrne’s, the tale to hear,

    The neighbours came from far and near:

    Outside his gate, in the long boreen,

    They crossed themselves, and said between

    Their muttered prayers, "He has no luck!

    For sure the woman is fairy-struck,

    To leave her child a fairy guest,

    And love the weak, wee wean the best!"

    A BALLAD OF MARJORIE

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    "What ails you that you look so pale,

    O fisher of the sea?"

    "’Tis for a mournful tale I own,

    Fair maiden Marjorie."

    "What is the dreary tale to tell,

    O toiler of the sea?"

    "I cast my net into the waves,

    Sweet maiden Marjorie.

    "I cast my net into the tide,

    Before I made for home;

    Too heavy for my hands to raise,

    I drew it through the foam."

    "What saw you that you look so pale,

    Sad searcher of the sea?"

    "A dead man’s body from the deep

    My haul had brought to me!"

    And was he young, and was he fair?

    "Oh, cruel to behold!

    In his white face the joy of life

    Not yet was grown a-cold."

    "Oh, pale you are, and full of prayer

    For one who sails the sea."

    "Because the dead looked up and spoke,

    Poor maiden Marjorie."

    "What said he, that you seem so sad,

    O fisher of the sea?

    (Alack!

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