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Rosa Mulholland was born in Belfast in 1841 although no exact date of her birth is known.
Mulholland originally wished to become a painter but turned to literary pursuits and attempted to publish her first book at 15. Charles Dickens, who took an early interest in her work, did much to encourage and help her during his life time including publishing many of her works in his magazine ‘All the Year Round’.
Her early years in the remote and mountainous west of Ireland helped her gather backdrops, landscapes and characters that would be of great use later in her life.
Mulholland was a keen poet and was published in magazines and journals as well as in book form. She was also a devout Catholic and prominent in literacy circles.
In May 1891 she married John Thomas Gilbert in Dublin. He was a Dublin antiquary and historian, who authored the ‘History of the City of Dublin’, and edited several other important standard works. With his knighthood in 1897 Rosa became Lady Gilbert.
Mulholland was a prolific and well-received writer during her career. Her early works tend to show women yearning for careers and lifestyles that at that point society would not accept and she was careful not to overstep the boundaries. In her later years much of her fiction was embedded with independent, strong-willed female heroines.
Rosa Mulholland died on 21st April 1921 in Dublin, Ireland.
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Vagrant Verses - Rosa Mulholland
Vagrant Verses by Rosa Mulholland
Rosa Mulholland was born in Belfast in 1841 although no exact date of her birth is known.
Mulholland originally wished to become a painter but turned to literary pursuits and attempted to publish her first book at 15. Charles Dickens, who took an early interest in her work, did much to encourage and help her during his life time including publishing many of her works in his magazine ‘All the Year Round’.
Her early years in the remote and mountainous west of Ireland helped her gather backdrops, landscapes and characters that would be of great use later in her life.
Mulholland was a keen poet and was published in magazines and journals as well as in book form. She was also a devout Catholic and prominent in literacy circles.
In May 1891 she married John Thomas Gilbert in Dublin. He was a Dublin antiquary and historian, who authored the ‘History of the City of Dublin’, and edited several other important standard works. With his knighthood in 1897 Rosa became Lady Gilbert.
Mulholland was a prolific and well-received writer during her career. Her early works tend to show women yearning for careers and lifestyles that at that point society would not accept and she was careful not to overstep the boundaries. In her later years much of her fiction was embedded with independent, strong-willed female heroines.
Rosa Mulholland died on 21st April 1921 in Dublin, Ireland.
Index of Contents
Emmet's Love
One Day
A Lullaby
Thither
Saint Barbara
Love and Death
Love
The Wild Geese
If
Stowaways
Two Strangers
The Children of Lir
A Sleeping Homestead
The Nightingales
Girlhood at Midnight
A Dreaded Hour
My Blackbird
My Saint
Autumn Song
Good-night
After the War
The Builders
Cast Out!
The Faithful Light
Wilfulness and Patience
Christ, the Gleaner
Lament of the River
News to Tell
A Stolen Visit
A Secret
The Denial of Peter
Snow and Famine
Lullaby
Lent
Angels Everywhere
Lilies and Roses
In the Dawn
Grandmother's Song
Shamrocks
Song
Irené
Mother and Son
Among the Boughs
June
Hope Deferred
Then and Now
May Ditty
Perdita
My Treasure
A Fledgling
Kilfenora
A Rebuke
Night and Morning Dreams
The Heart of Rachel
Perpetual Light
Saint Brigid
Poverty
After the Storm
Norah's Lilies
Gone from Earth
Failure
Sister Mary of the Love of God
Sun and Rain
Our Lily
A Dream's Lesson
Ave Maria!
In the Garden
An Outcast's Prayer
A Prayer
Rosa Mulholland – A Concise Bibliography
EMMETS LOVE
In yon green garden, sweet with hawthorn-breath,
Knee-deep in flowers we talked of love and faith,
O year-dead Love, and, smiling, you and I,
We did not think of death.
The crimson rose, with rain-drops 'neath its hood,
I plucked for you reeked not with tears of blood.
Like these I gather now: we did not sigh
When past us from the wood
The night owl whirred, as silver-sandalled Eve,
With floating veils around her, 'gan to weave
Sad spells across the grass, and at our ears
Made the young pigeons grieve.
We had no sorrow: all that life we knew
Was like our summer walk 'neath skies as blue
As violet-drifts, and we could see our years
Before us in the dew,
Like miles of hawthorn bloom the lanes along,
That slant toward purple rain-mists out among
The sunlit hills, while all the perfumed air
Is sweet with thrushes' song.
I had no fear save that some nobler eyes
Might win my love from me, so little wise.
So weak and small, although you called me fair
With love that glorifies.
And I was jealous once. 'Twas thus it came:
I heard you say some other woman's name
I knew not, and my wits were all undone,
My heart was in a flame.
Till out you laughed, such laughter good, and cried,
"The land, my love! Are you or she my bride?
No other rival have you but this one,
Erin, the queen sad-eyed!"
And then you told me, for I had not known.
Pent in this garden, how the land made moan.
The lovely flower-faced land that gave us life,
A queen without a throne—
A beggar queen, with bare feet in the snows,
No crown upon her head, and no sweet rose
Within her breast, with soft hands scarred from strife.
Who weepeth as she goes,
A vagrant 'mid the kings and queens of time,
Yet ever lovely in the gracious prime
Of beauty nourished by her children's love:
Though monarchs fall and climb,
Still lives she 'mid the bramble and the thorn,
Her fair face lifted to eternal mom,
While nest with her the lark and the pale dove
In the shamrock grass unshorn.
Weeping I heard, and cried your heart, I knew,
Was Erin's more than mine. Love, it was true.
For her you died, and where so cold you lie.
Under the shamrock dew,
I am forgot, and she is mourning still.
But then you chid me, telling many an ill
Her children bore, like savage beasts at bay
In hunted wood and hill,
While all the thick-draped, wide-armed, friendly trees
That hid their woes were fired against the breeze.
And near the mounds of flame the slave-ship lay
Fast-bound for foreign seas:
How in the mountain cave the priest was snared.
The law-breaker who death and torture dared
With Christ's red wine-cup in his obstinate hand,
And crucifix all bared: