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Patrick Henry Pearse Poems. 1. The Wayfarer. The beauty of the world hath made me sad, This beauty that will pass; Sometimes my heart hath shaken with great joy. To see a leaping squirrel in a tree, ... Read Poem.
Following the collapse of the Rising and the execution of Pearse, along with his brother (Willie Pearse) and fourteen other leaders, Pearse came to be seen by many as the embodiment of the rebellion. Browse all poems and texts published on Patrick Pearse.
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Patrick Henry Pearse (also known as Pádraig or Pádraic Pearse; Irish: Pádraig Anraí Mac Piarais; 10 November 1879 – 3 May 1916) was an Irish teacher, barrister, poet, writer, nationalist, republican political activist and revolutionary who was one of the leaders of the Easter Rising in 1916.
Nov 26, 2015 · Dr Lucy Collins of University College Dublin has written about ten key poems inspired by the Easter Rising. Each poem is available via the links below along with exclusive commentary from Dr...
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Pádraig Pearse. Patrick Pearse's mystic and visionary poetry is of a religious solemnity and is reminiscent of Walt Whitman's exalted rhetoric and declamatory intensity. Being firmly rooted in Gaelic traditional poetry, Pearse's poems unite Christian and Heathen motifs - with the topos of self-sacrifice always shining through.
Feb 6, 2012 · The Mother. by Patrick Pearse. I do not grudge them: Lord, I do not grudge. My two strong sons that I have seen go out. To break their strength and die, they and a few, In bloody protest for a glorious thing, They shall be spoken of among their people, The generations shall remember them, And call them blessed;
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To a Beloved Child. by Patrick Pearse. Laughing mouth, what tortures me is. That thou shalt be weeping; Lovely face, it is my pity. That thy brightness shall grow grey. Noble head, thou art proud, But thou shalt bow with sorrow; And it is a pitiful thing I forbode for thee.
