Leaving Cert Poetry 2017

Mark O'M
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Leaving Cert Poetry (Higher Level) Presecribed 2017. Still in progress

Mark O'M
Created by Mark O'M over 2 years ago
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Page 1

Bishop, Elizabeth

The Fish The Bight At the Fishhouses The Prodigal Questions of Travel The Armadillo Sestina First Death in Nova Scotia Filling Station In the Waiting Room

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Boland, Eavan

The War Horse Child of Our Time The Famine Road The Shadow Doll White Hawthorn in the West of Ireland Outside History The Black Lace Fan my Mother Gave Me This Moment The Pomegranate Love

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Donne, John

The Sunne Rising Song: Go, and catch a falling star The Anniversarie Song: Sweetest love, I do not goe The Dreame (Deare love, for nothing less than thee…) A Valediction Forbidding Mourning The Flea Batter my heart At the round earth’s imagined corners Thou hast made me

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Durcan, Paul

Nessa The Girl with the Keys to Pearse’s Cottage The Difficulty that is Marriage Wife Who Smashed Television Gets Jail Parents En Famille, 1979 Madman “Windfall”, 8 Parnell Hill, Cork Six Nuns Die in Convent Inferno Sport Father’s Day, 21 June 1992 The Arnolfini Marriage Ireland 2002 Rosie Joyce The MacBride Dynasty

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The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock Preludes Aunt Helen from The Waste Land II. A Game of Chess Journey of the Magi from Landscapes III Usk IV Rannoch, by Glencoe from The Four Quartets East Coker IV

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Hopkins, Gerard Manley

God’s Grandeur Spring As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame The Windhover Pied Beauty Felix Randal Inversnaid I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day No worst there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend

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