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  1. Poor woman, I still feel her sadness and I hope she's off the road now forever, at peace on her little stool by the fire. on Apr 07 2004 05:25 AM PST x edit - A very sad poem but not without hope as the old woman of the roads still has her dreams, Padraic Colum penned such beautiful verse, she moved through the fair, A cradle song and this poem ...

  2. An Old Woman of the Roads. An Old Woman of the Roads by Padraic Colum was voted as one of Ireland’s favourite poems by readers of the Irish Times Newspaper in 1999. Ireland’s 100 favourite poems. It is a sad story about a woman that has no home and no husband, and has to wander the roads day and night. She hopes and prays that one day she ...

  3. The ticking clock and the shining delph! Och! but I’m weary of mist and dark, And roads where there’s never a house nor bush, And tired I am of bog and road, And the crying wind and the lonesome hush! And I am praying to God on high, And I am praying Him night and day, For a little house - a house of my own. Out of the wind’s and the rain ...

  4. Sep 5, 2021 · This weeks top Irish poem is number 11, “An Old Woman of the Roads” by Padraic Colum. A lot of people refer to this poem as a simple poem. But you could argue that simplicity is intended, which actually gives more depth to the poem. This poem will strike a chord with every reader.

  5. May 13, 2011 · The ticking clock and the shining delph! Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark, And roads where there's never a house nor bush, And tired I am of bog and road, And the crying wind and the lonesome hush! And I am praying to God on high, And I am praying Him night and day, For a little house - a house of my own. Out of the wind's and the rain's way.

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  7. Nov 26, 2022 · Old Woman of the Roads. by Padraic Colum. O, to have a little house! To own the hearth and stool and all! The heaped up sods against the fire, The pile of turf against the wall! To have a clock with weights and chains. And pendulum swinging up and down! A dresser filled with shining delph,

  8. May 13, 2011 · Beside the fire and by myself, C. Sure of a bed and loth to leave X. The ticking clock and the shining delph! Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark, X. And roads where there's never a house nor bush, X. And tired I am of bog and road, X. And the crying wind and the lonesome hush! And I am praying to God on high, X.

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