Arthur O'Shaughnessy
Born
in London, England, The United Kingdom
March 14, 1844
Died
January 30, 1881
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We are the Music-Makers
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2012
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Music And Moonlight: Poems And Songs
58 editions
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published
1874
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Poems of Arthur O'Shaughnessy
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3 editions
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published
1979
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Epic of women
24 editions
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published
1870
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Songs of a Worker
27 editions
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published
2015
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Arthur O'Shaughnessy. His Life and His Work with Selections from His Poems
40 editions
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published
1894
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Toyland, by A. & E. O'Shaughnessy
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3 editions
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1875
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Andalusian Moonlight (in Short Poetry Collection 174 )
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Lays of France
27 editions
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1874
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Arthur O's Haughnessy his Life and his Work With Selections From his Poems
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“We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.”
― Poems of Arthur O'Shaughnessy
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.”
― Poems of Arthur O'Shaughnessy
“But we, with our dreaming and singing,
Ceaseless and sorrowless we!
The glory about us clinging
Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing:
O men! it must ever be
That we dwell, in our dreaming and singing,
A little apart from ye.
We are afar with the dawning
And the suns that are not yet high,
And out of the infinite morning
Intrepid you hear us cry —
How, spite of your human scorning,
Once more God's future draws nigh,
And already goes forth the warning
That ye of the past must die.
Great hail! we cry to the comers
From the dazzling unknown shore;
Bring us hither your sun and your summers;
And renew our world as of yore;
You shall teach us your song's new numbers,
And things that we dreamed not before:
Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,
And a singer who sings no more.”
― Music And Moonlight: Poems And Songs
Ceaseless and sorrowless we!
The glory about us clinging
Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing:
O men! it must ever be
That we dwell, in our dreaming and singing,
A little apart from ye.
We are afar with the dawning
And the suns that are not yet high,
And out of the infinite morning
Intrepid you hear us cry —
How, spite of your human scorning,
Once more God's future draws nigh,
And already goes forth the warning
That ye of the past must die.
Great hail! we cry to the comers
From the dazzling unknown shore;
Bring us hither your sun and your summers;
And renew our world as of yore;
You shall teach us your song's new numbers,
And things that we dreamed not before:
Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,
And a singer who sings no more.”
― Music And Moonlight: Poems And Songs