Thomas MacDonagh

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Thomas MacDonagh


Born
in Cloughjordan, County Tipperary, Ireland
February 01, 1878

Died
May 03, 1916


Average rating: 4.07 · 27 ratings · 1 review · 49 distinct works
When the Dawn Is Come: A Tr...

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Literature in Ireland: Stud...

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The Poetical Works of Thoma...

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Metempsychosis: Or a Mad Wo...

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The poetical works

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Pagans: A Modern Play in Tw...

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“There is no moral to my song,
I praise no right, I blame no wrong;
I tell of things that I have seen,
I show the man that I have been
As simply as a poet can
Who knows himself poet and man.”
Thomas MacDonagh

“The greater glory you shall see
And the greater peace, beyond these wars.”
Thomas MacDonagh, The Poetical Works of Thomas Macdonagh

“You come in the day of destiny,
Barbara, born to the air of Mars:
The greater glory you shall see
And the greater peace, beyond these wars.

In other days within this isle,
As in a temple, men knew peace;
And won the world to peace a while
Till rose the pride of Rome and Greece,--

The pride of art, the pride of power,
The cruel empire of the mind:
Withered the light like a summer flower,
And hearts went cold and souls went blind;

And, groping, men took other gifts,
And thought them the best:
But the light lives in the soul that lifts
The quiet love above the rest.”
Thomas MacDonagh