Poems with rhymes of clare

And the trades he'd make, 'll I jest de-clare,
Was enough to make a preacher swear!

And clouds are highest up in air,
Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe
To give his cousin, Lady Clare.

Would he and I were,
In the province of Leinster,
Or County of Clare!

His missus wasn’t there—
And there was no one with him but
His daughter, Mabel Clare.

From Galway back into Clare;
In strength, in sport, and in spending,
I was foremost at the fair;

There was a Young Lady of Clare,
Who was sadly pursued by a bear;

Flash from Donegal to Kerry, and from Waterford to Clare,
And the nationhood awaking thrills the sorrow-laden air.

She had grown to a maiden wonderful fair,
But for years I had scarcely seen her face.
Now, with troopers Holdsworth, Huntly, and Clare,

But here I forbear, for I really despair
Of naming the wealth of the market of Clare.

The fairies lurk in the boreens there,
And the scent of the black-thorn haunts the air
Where Atlantic batters the coast of Clare

The old man, dreaming in his chair,
Is back where skylarks soar and sing
In sunshine, o’er the hills of Clare.

And what you spurn, I’ll wear;
For he’s my lord for better and worse,
And him I love Maude Clare.

Light was each simple bosom there,
Save two, who ill might pleasure share -
The Abbess and the novice Clare.

Far less would listen to his prayer,
To leave behind the helpless Clare.

on me and especially Clare,
who sits around,
all she does is stare.