I do not know the meaning of the sign, But bend before its power, as a reed bends When the black tornado fills the valley to the lips. Three times in twenty years its shape has com…
Born in Ireland in 1844, John Boyle O’Reilly was one of the most popular poets of the era, a prolific writer and often an outspoken critic of the situation of the Irish. At a young age he joined the Fenian movement and was imprisoned and deported for it, ending up in Australia before escaping penal servitude and forging a life for himself in Boston in the United States. Born into a County Meath family that was firmly against British rule of Ireland at the beginning of the famine, John O’Reilly was greatly influenced by his fiercely patriotic mother and father. He was lucky enough to get a good early education, in part because his father was a school teacher. He went to England for a short while and joined the army, remaining there until 1863 when he returned to Ireland. At that time he got involved with the Irish Republican Brotherhood, but after a number of raids by the British authorities he was arrested and given 20 years, two of which he spent in an English prison before being transported to Western Australia. He was already writing on the journey to Australia, joining with another poet John Flood to produce a newspaper for the other convicts on board. Sentenced to hard labor, John O’Reilly spent the first years of his time in Freemantle working on the road between Bunbury and Vasse. He managed to get on the right side of the prison warden and was appointed his assistant, but, when O’Reilly began a relationship with his daughter, things ended badly. He made an attempt on his own life but was discovered by another inmate and was saved. About this time, O’Reilly had formed a strong relationship with the prison priest and in 1869 an escape was arranged, and he managed to get away from Australia on the whaling ship Gazelle. Several ships later, O’Reilly landed in Philadelphia and finally settled down in Boston. He found work on The Pilot newspaper and began to write prolifically about the Irish cause, promoting a non-military solution to the problem. After marrying Mary Murphy in 1872, he published his first work of poetry a year later. Songs from the Southern Seas drew on his experience of the previous years and he became a popular writer of the time, often being asked to write verses for special occasions. While a large number of his poems are considered populist, some of his later poems such as The Cry of the Dreamer have shown a deeper and more profound exploration of life in the 19th Century. As he grew older he began to suffer from ill health, particularly bouts of insomnia though he continued to write. In 1881 he published The Statues in the Block and In Bohemia appeared five years later. In 1890, suffering from another episode of insomnia, he took some chloral hydrate and was found dead in the early hours of the morning. There is some debate as to whether he took his own life or if it was just an accidental overdose. John Boyle O’Reilly was 46 at the time and a full edition of his poems was published after his death by his wife.
- Poetry
- In Bohemia (The Pilot Publishing Co., 1886)
- The Statues in the Block and other poems (Roberts Brothers, 1881)
- Songs, Legends, and Ballads (The Pilot Publishing Co., 1878)
- Songs from the Southern Seas and other poems (Roberts Brothers, 1873)
- Prose
- Athletics and Manly Sport (The Pilot Publishing Co., 1880)
- Moondyne: a story from the under-world (The Pilot Publishing Co., 1879).
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'HOW shall I a habit break?' As you did that habit make. As you gathered, you must lose; As you yielded, now refuse.…
Trapper died—our hero—and we grieved; In every heart in camp the sorrow stirred. 'His soul was red!' the Indian cried, bereaved; 'A white man, he!' the grim old Yankee's word.…
HER hair was a waving bronze, and her eyes Deep wells that might cover a brooding soul; And who, till he weighed it, could ever surmise That her heart was a cinder instead of a coa…
LOVE is a plant with double root, And of strange, elastic power: Men's minds are divided in naming the fruit, But a kiss is only the flower.
THE day of Joseph's marriage unto Mary, In thoughful mood he said unto his wife, Behold, I go into a far-off country To labor for thee, and to make thy life…
MY friend he was; my friend from all the rest; With childlike faith he oped to me his breast; No door was locked on altar, grave or grief; No weakness veiled, concealed no disbelie…
A MAN is not the slave of circumstance, Or need not be, but builder and dictator; He makes his own events, not time nor chance; Their logic his: not creature, but creator.
NOR War nor Peace, forever, old and young, But Strength my theme, whose song is yet unsung, The People's Strength, the deep alluring dream Of truths that seethe below the truths th…
THERE once was a pirate, greedy and bold, Who ravaged for gain, and saved the spoils; Till his coffers were bursting with bloodstained gold, And millions of captives bore his toils…
HE gathered cherry-stones, and carved them quaintly Into fine semblances of flies and flowers; With subtle skill, he even imaged faintly The forms of tiny maids and ivied towers.…
I. A NATION'S greatness lies in men, not acres; One master-mind is worth a million hands. No royal robes have marked the planet-shakers,…
THERE are times when a dream delicious Steals into a musing hour, Like a face with love capricious That peeps from a woodland bower;…
HE was old and alone, and he sat on a stone to rest for awhile from the road: His beard was white, and his eye was bright, and his wrinkles overflowed With a mild content at the wa…
THE world was made when a man was born; He must taste for himself the forbidden springs, He can never take warning from old-fashioned things; He must fight as a boy, he must drink…
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