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Friday, 13 March 2026

A Christmas Garland an Anthology of Verse - Edited by John Irvine as J. Pennington Irvine

A Christmas Garland an Anthology of Verse 
An Anthology of Irish Poetry Past and Present
John Irvine - Editor (1903-1965)
as J. Pennington Irvine 
Thortnton
Belfast
1929

A Christmas Garland an Anthology of Verse - Edited by John Irvine as J. Pennington Irvine

I stumbled upon this author. I was reading one of the Vision Books for young readers, Irish Saints by Robert T. Reilly, and there was an excerpt of a poem from A Treasury of Irish Saints A Book of Poems. It was really intriguing and after reading that first volume I made it a mission to try and track down everything Irvine published. At first my dyslexia had me thinking it was John Irving, and I have read a few of his fiction books. But some quick searching put that idea to rest.  This author John Irvine lived from 1903-1965. This volume was originally published in1941. 

I am thankful to the National Library of Ireland and their scanning service. Without which I would have read but one volume from this excellent Irish poet. I appreciate that they will scan out of print and out of copyright works. Especially when I cannot find them almost anywhere else, like most of the works or Irvine. This volume will mark the thirteenth I have read by Irvine. This is the earlies volume I have found published by Irvine, and it was published under the name J. Pennington Irvine. I have not found any others published under that name. 

About the author on a site with information about Irish authors states:

“John Irvine was born in Belfast and published several collections of poems: A Voice in the Dark, 1932; Willow Leaves: Lyrics in the Manner of the Early Chinese Poets,1941; Lost Sanctuary and other poems among others. He edited The Flowering Branch: An Anthology of Irish Poetry Past and Present.”

Another online description of the author states:

“Irvine, born in Belfast, published about six collections of lyrics between 1932 and 1954, mostly from small presses in Belfast and Dublin.  He also edited an anthology of Irish poetry, The Flowering Branch.”

This volume begins with a quote from Irvine:

“He that seeks beauty will surely
find it, but he that is content
with the dross will never rise
above it.”

This book has a long acknowledgements section at the beginning, thanking authors, publishers, and speaking to 2 he could not confirm rights for after many attempts. 

The forward states:

“Within this little volume will be found a collection of seasonable poems which have been chosen not for their religious appeal more than their poetic beauty.. My great difficulty has been in selecting a sufficient number of the less widely known pieces appropriate to the season.

I have endeavoured to be as comprehensive as possible, including suitable poems from the earliest times until the present day.

The fruits of my gathering will be found in the following pages, and I trust that my readers will find them acceptable.”

The poems and contributors in this volume are:

Mary’s Song to Jesus - Padrir: Gregory
The Birds - Hilaire Belloc
New Year's Eve, 1913 - Gordon Bottomley
Old English Carol - Traditional
The Little Lord Jesus - Martin Luther
Christmas - E. Hilton Young
A Child of the Snows - G, K. Chesterton
The Holy Tide - Frederick Tennyson
Christmas Sonnet - J. Pennington Irvine
Children's Song of the Nativity - English Traditional
A Child's Carol - J. Pennington Irvine
The Crown of Roses - (Russian) Plechtcheev. Tr.G.D.
To A Snowflake - Francis Thompson 
Hoc Die Dominus Noster Nascitur - Padric Gregory
That Holy Thing - George MacDonald
Christmas Rede - Jane Barlow
The Lowly One - W. Earle
Silent Night - Joseph Mohr
Lines from "In Memoriam" - Lord Alfred Tennyson
The Oxen - Thomas Hardy
Hymn to the Nativity - Richard Crashaw
The Mistletoe Bough - Rev. T. G. Crippen
Fragment - Shakespeare
The House of Christmas - G. K. Chesterton
The Star of Bethlehem - Author Unknown
Noel: Christmas Eve, 1913 - Robert Bridges
The Lonely Child – Ruckert (From the German)

The 27 poems vary greatly in length. This is the second volume I have read that was edited by John Irvine. I have read 13 volumes that were written by Irvine, and believe that there are another 5 volumes edited by Irvine, including this earliest written or edited by him published under the name J. Pennington Irvine.

A few sample poems from this volume are:

     Christmas

     A boy was born at Bethlehem
          that knew the haunts of Galilee.
     He wandered on Mount Lebanon,
          and learned to love each forest tree.

     But I was born at Marlborough,
          and love the hom~ly faces there;
     and for all other men besides
          'tis little love I have to spare.

     I should not mind to die for them,
          my own dear downs, my comrades true.
     But that great heart of Bethlehem,
          He died for men He never knew.

     And yet, I think, at Golgotha,
          as Jesus' eyes were closed in death,
     they saw with love most passionate
          the village street at Nazareth.
               -E. Hilton Young.

Christmas Sonnet

They cast Thy mother forth into the night,
     Into the bitter night and frosty air:
Nor was there one took pity on her plight
     To bid her rest, in warmth, and shelter there.
They cast her forth, with tired and aching feet;
     And to that lowly stable place she fled,
.Yet uncomplaining, found it strangely sweet
     Upon the hay, to rest her weary head.
In this poor humble place Thou had'st Thy birth'.!
     Outcast and homeless in an ox's stall!
'Twas there Thine eyes beheld the light of earth;
     Rejected Thou by men, Oh ! Lord of all
Cast us not forth when we, with dying eyes,
     Behold Thee at the gates of Paradise.
          -J. Pennington Irvine.

          A Child's Carol

          In a rude and Jowly manger
               Sheltered from the frost and snow,
          Lay the Holy Infant Jesus
               On a morning long ago.

          Whilst around the humble dwelling
               Cold and wintry winds did sigh,
          Mary soothed the Babe so helpless,
               Sang a tender lullaby.

          Angel voices from the Heavens
               On that happy Christmas morn,
          Sang, and all the earth was joyful
               When the Saviour Christ was born.
                    -J. Pennington Irvine.

The Lowly One

Only a manger cold and bare, 
     When winter winds did blow;
Yet Christ the Lord was housed there
     Amid the winter snow.

No royal pomp did Him proclaim;
     But cradled in the hay,
Where only ox and ass had lain,
     The sleeping Infant lay.

No courtiers did his praises sing;
     But Seraphs from the skies
Poured forth their welcome to the King,
     With songs of Paradise.

He came the King of Kings to be;
     And Mary in the manger bore
A Child who reigns o'er earth and sea,
     Till time shall be no more.
-W. Earle.

     The Oxen

     Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock,
          "Now they are all on their knees,"
     An elder said as we sat in a flock
          By the embers in hearthside ease.

     We pictured the meek:, mild creatures where
          They dwelt in their strawy pen,
     Nor did it occur to one of us there
          To doubt they were kneeling then.

     So fair a fancy few would weave
          In these years! Yet, I feel,
     If some one said on Christmas Eve,
          "Come ; see the oxen kneel."

     "In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
          Our childhood used to know,''
     I should go with him in the gloom,
          Hoping it might be so.
               -Thomas Hardy.

I hope those poems give you a feel for the collection of 27. This is an interesting collection. This volume ends with another quote from Irvine:

“L'Envoi.
Dying now the fir elight glow,
And flickering the candle's light ,
All things are fast asleep, and so,
Kind readers one and all-Goodnight.”

I did enjoy this volume. The National Library of Ireland provided a scanned copy as the book is out of print and out of copyright. It is interesting to see what poems Irvine collected, and having read much of his lately, a few could have been by his pen. I only recognize a few of the contributors. And as such was pleasantly surprised by many of the poems. We are not given bios of the contributors, nor even when the pieces were first published. I would have appreciated those details. It is a volume I know I will return to again, likely next Advent.

Note: This book is part of a series of reviews: 2026 Catholic Reading Plan

Books by John Irvine:

Saturday, 7 March 2026

The Flowering Branch: An Anthology of Irish Poetry Past and Present - Edited by John Irvine

The Flowering Branch:
An Anthology of Irish Poetry Past and Present
John Irvine - Editor (1903-1965)
Derrick MacCord
Belfast
1945

The Flowering Branch: An Anthology of Irish Poetry Past and Present - Edited by John Irvine

First I am thankful to the National Library of Ireland and their scanning service. Without which I would have read but one volume from this excellent Irish poet. I appreciate that they will scan out of print and out of copyright works. Especially when I cannot find them almost anywhere else, like most of the works or Irvine. This volume will mark the thirteenth I have read by Irvine.

I stumbled upon this author. I was reading one of the Vision Books for young readers, Irish Saints by Robert T. Reilly, and there was an excerpt of a poem from A Treasury of Irish Saints A Book of Poems. It was really intriguing and after reading that first volume I made it a mission to try and track down everything Irvine published. At first my dyslexia had me thinking it was John Irving, and I have read a few of his fiction books. But some quick searching put that idea to rest.  This author John Irvine lived from 1903-1965. This volume was originally published in1941. 

About the author on a site with information about Irish authors states:

“John Irvine was born in Belfast and published several collections of poems: A Voice in the Dark, 1932; Willow Leaves: Lyrics in the Manner of the Early Chinese Poets,1941; Lost Sanctuary and other poems among others. He edited The Flowering Branch: An Anthology of Irish Poetry Past and Present.”

Another online description of the author states:

“Irvine, born in Belfast, published about six collections of lyrics between 1932 and 1954, mostly from small presses in Belfast and Dublin.  He also edited an anthology of Irish poetry, The Flowering Branch.”

The introduction to this collection states:

“This is a brief survey of Irish poetry past and present, including a few translations from the Irish. It will be realized how difficult is the attempt to cover such a wide field in so small a volume.

As in ·all anthologies there are notable omissions, for this I make humble apology, and plead that the restrictions were many and the space at my disposal very limited. It is hoped, however, that this small volume may prove of value as an introduction to Irish poetry, for those not already familiar with its. delights.”

This volume is dedicated to his mother with these words:

“These flowers of my gathering are
offered as a small token for life·
long devotion and kindness.”

The poems and contributors in this volume are:

A Blessing on the Cows – Seumas O’Sullivan
A Sigh for Knockmany – William Carleton
A White Rose – John Boyle O’Reilly 
And Then No More - James Clarence Mangan 
At Mass – Robin Flower
Cashel of Munster – Edward Walsh
Clonmacnoise – T.W. Rolleston
Dark Rosaleem - James Clarence Mangan
Dirge of the Munster Forest, 1591 – Hon Emily Lawless
Do You Remember that Night? – George Petrie
Dreamy, Gloomy, Friendly Trees – Herbert Trench
Fathers and Sons – F.R. Higgins
Gone in the Wind - James Clarence Mangan
Hy-Brasail – Gerard Griffin
I See His Blood Upon the Rose – Joseph Mary Plunkett
It Is Not Beauty I Demand – George Darley
Lady Margaret’s Song – Edward Dowden
Lyric – John Hewitt
Mairi – John Irvine
Marie, My Girl – John Keegan Casey
My Hope My Love – Edward Walsh
Night Wind – A.E. George Russell
Non Dolet – Oliver St. J. Gogarty
O Dreamy, Gloomy, Friendly Trees – Herbert Trench
Ode – Arthur O’Shaughnessy
Pearl of the White Beast – George Petrie
Pulse of My Heart – Charlotte Brooke
Remembrance – Emily Bronte
Since Celia’s My Foe – Thomas Duffett
The Banks of Banna - Hon. George Ogle
The Blackbird of Derrycairn … - Austin Clarke
The Church of a Dream – Lionel Johnson
The Fair Warning – George Darley
The Farewell to My Harp – Thomas Moore
The Goat Paths – James Stephens
The Harbour – W.M. Letts
The Lake – Richard Rowley
The Lapful of Nuts – Sir Samuel Ferguson
The Little Black Rose – Aubrey De Vere 
The Little Waves of Breffny – Eva Gore-Booth
The Maid of Elfin-Mere – William Allingham
The Old Woman of the Roads – Padrick Colum
The Outlaw of Lough Lene – J.J. “Jeremiah Joseph” Callanan
The Priests and the Friars – Douglas Hyde
The River – Patrick MacDonogh
The Rock of Cashel – Sir Aubrey De Vere
The Silence of Unlaboured Fields – Joseph Campbell
The Stars Stand Up – Eleanor Hull
There is More Beauty – Sydney Bell
Thomas MacDonagh – Joseph Mary Plunkett
Virgin Gold – Sylvia Lynd
When You Are Old – W.B. Yeats

The table of contents is arranged based on the name of the authors. But the edition I had scanned was missing at least 2 pages from the contents. I manually created the list above.

This is the first volume I have read that was edited by John Irvine. I have read 13 volumes that were written by Irvine, and believe that there are another 5 volumes edited by Irvine, including the earliest written or edited by him published under the name J. Pennington Irvine.

A few sample poems from this volume are:

THE CHURCH OF A DREAM

Sadly the dead leaves rustle in the
     whistling wind,
Around the weather-worn, grey
     church, low down the vale:
The Saints in golden vesture shake
     before the gale;
The glorious windows shake, where
     still they dwell enshrined;
Old Saints by long dead, shrivelled
     hands, long since designed:
There still, although the world
     autumnal be, and pale,
Still in their golden vesture the old
     Saints prevail;
Alone with Christ, desolate else,
     left by mankind.
Only one ancient priest offers · the
     Sacrifice,
Murmuring holy Latin immemorial:
Swaying with tremulous hands the
     old · censer full of spice,
In grey, sweet incense _clouds; blue,
     sweet clouds mystical:
To him, in place of men, for he is
     old, suffice
Melancholy remembrances and
     vesperal.

     -Lionel Johnson

O DREAMY, GLOOMY,
FRIENDLY TREES.

O dreamy gloomy, friendly Trees,
     I came along your narrow track ·
To bring my gifts unto your knees
     And gifts did you give back;
For when I brought this heart that
          burns-
These thoughts that bitterly
          repine-
And laid them here among the
          ferns
And the hum of boughs divine,
Ye, vastest breathers of the air,
     Shook down with slow and
          mighty poise
Your coolness on the human care,
     Your wonder on its toys
Your greenness on the heart's
          despair,
     Your darkness on its noise.
     
- Herbert Trench 

MAIRI

Unquiet my heart
When she is near,
As the woods
In the young year.
Wilder my thoughts
Than birds that soar
In blue air
By the lake shore .
Would she but hear
The songs I made
By the brook
In the hazel glade.
Oh! heart be still
And let her pass
As grey mist
On the sweet grass.
And dream of her
With the dark eyes,
When stars come
And a wind cries.

- JOHN IRVINE.

I hope those three poems give you a feel for the collection of 52. This is an interesting collection. A few hit at the Faith of the Irish, and a few pay tribute to nature. A few go full on Song of Solomon, in their praise of the female, and her form. 

I did really enjoy this volume. The National Library of Ireland provided a scanned copy as the book is out of print and out of copyright. It is interesting to see what poems Irvine collected, and having read much of his lately, many could have been by his pen. I only recognize a few of the contributors. And as such was pleasantly surprised by many of the poems. We are not given bios of the contributors, nor even hen the pieces were first published. I would have appreciated those details. It is a volume I know I will return to again!

Note: This book is part of a series of reviews: 2026 Catholic Reading Plan

Books by John Irvine:

Wednesday, 25 February 2026

By Winding Roads - John Irvine and William Conor

By Winding Roads
John Irvine (1903-1965)
William Conor R.H.A., R.O.I. (Illustrator) 
H.R. Carter Publications, Ltd.
Belfast
1950


First I am thankful to the National Library of Ireland and their scanning service. Without wich I would have read but one volume from this excellent Irish poet. I appreciate that they will scan out of print and out of copyright works. Especially when I cannot find them almost anywhere else, like most of the works or Irvine. This volume will mark the thirteenth I have read by Irvine.

I stumbled upon this author. I was reading one of the Vision Books for young readers, Irish Saints by Robert T. Reilly, and there was an excerpt of a poem from A Treasury of Irish Saints A Book of Poems. It was really intriguing and after reading that first volume I made it a mission to try and track down everything Irvine published. At first my dyslexia had me thinking it was John Irving, and I have read a few of his fiction books. But some quick searching put that idea to rest.  This author John Irvine lived from 1903-1965. This volume was originally published in1941. 

About the author on a site with information about Irish authors states:

“John Irvine was born in Belfast and published several collections of poems: A Voice in the Dark, 1932; Willow Leaves: Lyrics in the Manner of the Early Chinese Poets,1941; Lost Sanctuary and other poems among others. He edited The Flowering Branch: An Anthology of Irish Poetry Past and Present.”

Another online description of the author states:

“Irvine, born in Belfast, published about six collections of lyrics between 1932 and 1954, mostly from small presses in Belfast and Dublin.  He also edited an anthology of Irish poetry, The Flowering Branch.”

This volume has no preamble quote, or preface likes some of the others. The poems in this volume are:

Over the Hills and Far Away 
Tullymore 
Little Boats 
Rivers 
Woodland Music 
Three Little Towns 
Townlands 
Searching for Fairies 
The Old Man from Kilkenny 
Roaming 
The Dancers 
Harvest 
Music 
The Fairy Hill 
In Old Donegal 
Irish Names 
The Fairy Tree 
In Ballysadare 
The Travellers 
The Ladies of Doon 
The Farm Horses
The Nine Glens 
If 
Working 
The Irish Counties 
The Crow 
In Summer Time 
Twilight 
Portglenone 
Topsy Turvy 
The Pl'Ovinces 
The Girls of Dingle 
The Fiddler 21
The Meaning of Names 
Blarney 
Elderberries 
Winds 
Ireland's Eye 
The Winter Night 
Ireland 
Goodbye 

Before that first poem named in the index we have:

“IRELAND

There is great beauty in the Irish names
     That fall like music on the listening ear
And breed a deep~ felt love that never wanes
     In hearts of exiles gone for many a year.
Some little county each shall claim his own
     And love it's every field and stream and
         hill,
Remembering the sweet days he has known
     And keep undimmed the love of Ireland
         still.”

Which is listed as page vii, the next page is listed as page one. Then at the end of the volume we have page 24 then page ix that has the poem ‘Goodbye’. I am not sure if these characteristics are a mishap in printing, or an artistic embellishment.
 
I enjoyed this thirteenth volume of poems that I have read from the pen of Irvine. The one bio above mentions 6 collections of poems but I have found a total of 17, including some special editions  listed below, and also 6 volumes Irvine edited of other poems including the earliest published as J. Pennington Irvine. A few sample poems from this volume are:

        RIVERS

        The Liffey flows through Dublin town
        And Cork is on the Lee,
        The Shannon winds through meadowlands
        Of Limerick to the sea.
        The Foyle through Derry winds its way,
        The Lagan through Belfast,
        And men in Tipperary watch
        The Suir go gently past.
        The Boyne by ancient Drogheda
        Flows tranquilly and free,
        And that is but a few of them,
        Enough for you and me.
        But there are many more besides,
        North, South, East and West,
        So get your map of Ireland out
        And try to find the rest.

WOODLAND MUSIC

The blackbird sings at morning
When dew is on the spray
The thrush in sunny weather
Gives all his notes away.
The merry lark upsoaring
Above the fields at noon,
But only nightingales will tell
Their secrets to the moon.

     THE TRAVELLERS

     Forty miles to Drogheda
     And fifty to Dundalk,
     Some will go on jaunting cars,
     And some will only talk,
     But we'll step out along the road
     And walk and walk and walk.
     Some will carry little lamps
     In case the shadows fall,
     And some will nearly fall asleep
     The lazy ones and small,
     And some will dream by candlelight
     And never go at all.

THE FARM HORSES

At evening when the work is done
They gt'aze contented, in the sun,
And wander· in the.pleasant heat
Whe.t·e fancy leads, and gtass is sweet.
Or toss their heads and gallop wild
Along the fields, like any child
Who runs and leaps and shouts and sings
For freedom, and the joy of things.
Or stand knee-deep in cooling streams!
think they too have got their dreams
Of sunny mornings, when the breeze
Is humming in the willow trees.
Of splendid days, and cloudless skies,
Far from the harness, and from flies,
In pastu1'es whel'e a beast may be
Free of his load eternally.

I hope those four poems give you a feel for the collection. The poems vary from one stanza to four; all poems are contained on single page, and many pages have 2 poems per page. Some pages have an image, a total of 4 black and white images are interspersed in the volume. And the cover is colour with a zoomed out version of it on the facing paged to the title page. Each of the pieces of artwork is on a left-hand side of 2 facing pages. The artwork appears to be woodcuts. At the back of this volume about the author we are informed:

“JOHN IRVINE, author of eight books of verse and a contributor to leading literary magazines in Britain and America. His work has appeared twice in "Best Poems of the Year" and has been broadcast frequently by the B.B.C. and by Radio Eireann.”

About the artist:

“It has been written of WILLIAM CONOR that he cannot draw the slightest figure without endowing it with life and energy, nor without filling it with a revealing power that makes the onlooker a sharer in the secrets 'of the life concealed behind the passing record.”

I really enjoyed this volume, once I finally received a copy. The National Library of Ireland has 4 copies of this in its collection. And all 4 appear to be kept offsite based on catalogue notes. It is much more playful and jovial than the other collections I have read from Irvine’s pen. I am thankful I read it; it is another volume of poetry from Irvine that I really connected with. If you can track down a copy to read I can easily recommend it. And it is a volume I know I will return to again!

By Winding Roads - John Irvine - Sample 1

By Winding Roads - John Irvine - Sample 2

By Winding Roads - John Irvine - Sample 3

Note: This book is part of a series of reviews: 2026 Catholic Reading Plan

Books by John Irvine:


Thursday, 19 February 2026

Fountain Of Hellas Poems From The Greek Anthology - John Irvine

Fountain Of Hellas: 
Poems From The Greek Anthology Attempted in English Verse
John Irvine (1903-1965)
Leslie Owen Bacter (Illustrator)
Derrick MacCord 
Belfast
1943

Fountain Of Hellas Poems From The Greek Anthology - John Irvine

When I first encountered the title of this volume I assumed it was an anthology edited by Irvine. It was only after I received a copy from the National Library of Ireland that I realized it was a collection of poems written in the Greek style. Therefor it is much like Willow Leaves: Lyrics in the Manner of the Early Chinese Poets, where John wrote a collection in a specific style. 

This volume will mark the twelfth I have read by Irvine. I stumbled upon this author. I was reading one of the Vision Books for young readers, specifically Irish Saints by Robert T. Reilly, and there was an excerpt of a poem from A Treasury of Irish Saints A Book of Poems. It was really intriguing and after reading that first volume I made it a mission to try and track down everything Irvine published. At first my dyslexia had me thinking it was John Irving, and I have read a few of his fiction books. But some quick searching put that idea to rest.  This author John Irvine lived from 1903-1965. This volume was originally published in1941. 

About the author on a site with information about Irish authors states:

“John Irvine was born in Belfast and published several collections of poems: A Voice in the Dark, 1932; Willow Leaves: Lyrics in the Manner of the Early Chinese Poets,1941; Lost Sanctuary and other poems among others. He edited The Flowering Branch: An Anthology of Irish Poetry Past and Present.”

Another online description of the author states:

“Irvine, born in Belfast, published about six collections of lyrics between 1932 and 1954, mostly from small presses in Belfast and Dublin.  He also edited an anthology of Irish poetry, The Flowering Branch.”

This book begins with a dedication which states:

"TO RICHARD ROWLEY who found Helicon in the goodly lands of Mourne : With affectionate regard, and enduring friendship I inscribe these verses.”

There is also an acknowledgements that states:

“I wish to thank sincerely the following whose scholarly advice and guidance has been of the greatest value to me in the creation of this little book: Sir Richard Livingstone, Mr. Seumas O'Sullivan , Professor T. A. Sinclair, Mr. 0. E. Rudnitsky, and Mr. Dermot O'Neill. My thanks are also due to Mr. L. 0. Baxter for the illustrations, and to the editor of "The Irish Times," for permission to reprint "A Dead Child" which first appeared in the columns of that paper.”

The preface states states:

“It is with true humility that I publish these verses. To my sorrow I have no Greek, but have ever been imbued with admiration for that noble and heroic people, and their imperishable literature. Many poets with scholarship equal to the task have given us translations from the classic language, and often things of exquisite beauty . . . Be mine then a small voice without the portals. One who makes a humble attempt to render into English verse a few jewels from the treasury of Hellenic song.”

The preface was written in 1943 in the spring. The poems in this volume are:

The Garland
The Poet's Ascent
A Millionaire
CONTENTS
On An Inn at Cibyra
The Simple Life
Enduring Wealth
The Beautiful Aster
The End of Beauty
Heliodora's Wreath
A Bower
Plato The Harpist
A Dead Child
A Dead Wife
Love the Brigand
An Illiterate
The Unfairness of Wine
A Gourmand
A Bumper
On a Dead Slave
A Dead Virgin
A Dead Christian
Erinna
Anacreon
A Dead Herdsman
A Poet
To A Virgin
Astronomy
On Gossip
The Pastoral Pipe
Heraclitus

I enjoyed this twelfth volume of poems that I have read from the pen of Irvine. The one bio above mentions 6 collections of poems but I have found a total of 17, including some special editions  listed below, and also 6 volumes Irvine edited of other poems including the earliest published as J. Pennington Irvine. A few sample poems from this volume are:

        THE POET'S ASCENT
        (after Honestus)

        Thy limbs were wearied in the great ascent;
        Low waned the moon in many a sleepless dawn;
        But nectar from the springs of Pegasus
        Sustained thee on the slopes of Helicon.

        Poets have many a broken road to climb,
        But if at last thy footsteps reach the crest
        Drink of the chalice proffered by the gods 
        And feel immortal lips on cheek and breast.

ENDURING WEALTH
(after Crates of Thebes)

True wealth is culture: it shall perish not.
Age gives to age the flower of its thought,
The learning that I had I still retain
And that nobility the Muses taught.
     But all my rich possessions, where are they?
     Lost with the vanities of yesterday.

     THE END OF BEAUTY
     (after Strata)

     If thou be boastful of thy beauty,
          Remember that the rose is fair:
     But all too soon the ruined petals
          Are scattered in the morning air.

     So seasons change and summer passes
          And youth has but a little hour,
     For time the envious claims his tribute
          And beauty passes like a flower.

A DEAD CHILD
(after Zonas of Sardis)

Shadowy Charon, pitiful of woe
     On thy dark barge that bears the veiled dead
When o'er the dark and reedy lakes you row,
     Look kindly on the child's bewildered head.

When as thou sailest through the starless night
     Ploughing the lonely water, still and deep,
With gentleness 0 comfort him I pray-
     The infant son of Cinyras, if he weep.

And when at last you reach the silent land
     And from the dearth of water lift thine oar,
In mercy stretch a hand to him and see
     His little feet safe on the sandy shore.

I hope those four poems give you a feel for the collection. In many ways it feels very different his other works. The poems vary from one stanza to a few; all poems are contained on single page, with an image on the facing page. The artwork is in a Greek style but appear to be woodcuts. I reread the volume after I finished it, for each of the other 11 volumes I have read received 5/5 stars but even after a second reading I only give this one a 4. It was not as enjoyable. I am not sure if that is from the constraining in trying to write in the Greek style, or the subjects employed because of that. I am thankful I read it I just read did not connect with it the same way I did with Irvine’s other poetry.

Fountain Of Hellas Poems From The Greek Anthology - John Irvine - Sample 1

Fountain Of Hellas Poems From The Greek Anthology - John Irvine - Sample 2

Fountain Of Hellas Poems From The Greek Anthology - John Irvine - Sample 3

Fountain Of Hellas Poems From The Greek Anthology - John Irvine - Sample 4

Note: This book is part of a series of reviews: 2026 Catholic Reading Plan

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Thursday, 12 February 2026

Selected Poems - John Irvine

Selected Poems
John Irvine (1903-1965)
The Arden Press
Belfast
1948

Selected Poems - John Irvine

This volume will mark the eleventh volume of poems I have read by Irvine. I stumbled upon this author. I was reading one of the Vision Books for young readers, Irish Saints by Robert T. Reilly, and there was an excerpt of a poem from A Treasury of Irish Saints A Book of Poems. It was really intriguing and after reading that first volume I made it a mission to try and track down everything Irvine published. At first my dyslexia had me thinking it was John Irving, and I have read a few of his fiction books. But some quick searching put that idea to rest.  This author John Irvine lived from 1903-1965. This volume was originally published in 1948. 

About the author on a site with information about Irish authors states:

“John Irvine was born in Belfast and published several collections of poems: A Voice in the Dark, 1932; Willow Leaves: Lyrics in the Manner of the Early Chinese Poets,1941; Lost Sanctuary and other poems among others. He edited The Flowering Branch: An Anthology of Irish Poetry Past and Present.”

Another online description of the author states:

“Irvine, born in Belfast, published about six collections of lyrics between 1932 and 1954, mostly from small presses in Belfast and Dublin.  He also edited an anthology of Irish poetry, The Flowering Branch.”

This volume is different than the other ten I have read. It is a collection of poems all drawn from other volumes. The other volumes, year of print and number of poems from them are:

A Voice in the Dusk, 1932 – 11 Poems
Winds From the South, 1936 – 15 Poems
Willow Leaves, 1942 – 15 Poems
Nocture, 1943 – 14 Poems
From Fountain of Hellas, 1944 – 13 Poems
With No Changed Voice, 1956 – 25 Poems
Voces Intimae – 12 Poems

The volume Voces Intimae does not have a date so I wonder if it was forthcoming at the time of publication of this volume. There is a large acknowledgments at the beginning of the volume:

“I wish to tender my sincere thanks to the editors of the following publications for permissiqn to reprint poems which first appeared in their pages : "The Best Poems of 1938", "The Best Poems of 1942", "Northern Harvest", "The Cornhill", "Country Life", "The Argosy", " Chambers's Journal", " Hellas ", " The Dublin Magazine", "The Irish Times", "The Irish Independent", "The Irish Weekly Independent", "Lagan", "The Northman", "T he New York HeraldTribune" and the American poetry magazines "Wings" and "The Lyric".

I am also indebted to the following publishers : The Quota Press, Belfast; Wm. Mullan & Sons, Belfast; The Orwell Press, Dublin; The Talhot Press, Dublin; The Runa Press, Dublin; The Three Candles Press, Dublin; Mr. G. Morrow, and to Messrs. Boosey & Co. Ltd., for permission to reprint "·Spring" and "In the Faery Hills'' which first appeared in the song cycle "A Voice in the Dusk", the musical setting by C. Armstrong Gibbs. The poem "Highways and Byways" appears in this collection by the courtesy of The Ulster Tourist Association.”

But there is no mention or explanation for Voces Intimae. Each section has the original Title Page and Dedication before the selected poems.  As such the sections and poems in this volume are:

From "A Voice in the Dusk''

Enchantment 
To One Gone Hence 
Quest 
Sanctuary 
Nightfall 
Pity 
Three Cinquains 
The Lovers 
I Could Have Loved Thee 
Invocation 
Last Night's Wind 

From "Wind from the South"

Sorrow In Spring
Heartsease
To The Unfaithful Beloved
Captive
Canticle Of Spring
Four Cinquains 
Song -
Evensong -
The Prisoner
Moon Magic
Leavetaking
In The Mournes 
Night Piece
The Quiet Night
Unending Quest

From "Willow Leaves"
(Poems in the manner of the early Chinese poets)

Tu Li-Po
Nocturne 
Dusk 
We Are As Dust 
The Sorrow Of Ming Huang 
Spring 
Wu
To Yuan (In The South)
The Soldiers
The Dancing Girl
Impatient For The Spring
Meeting With Friends
Music At Dusk
Cheng
Farewell 

From "Nocturne"

Chopin
Trees 
At The Coming Of Night
October
By A Riverside
Mairi
All Lovely Things
The Island 
Craigey Woods
Spring
Jean
In The Faery Hills
Migration 
Valediction

From "The Fountain of Hellas," 1944
(Adaptations from the Greek Anthology)

The Grecian Garland
The Poet' S Ascent
Enduring Wealth
The End Of Beauty
A Bower
A Dead Child
The Unfairness Of Wine
A Bumper 
Erinna
A Dead Herdsman
To A Virgin
Astronomy
The Pastoral Pipe

From "With No Changed Voice"

Song
The Swans -
The Throstle
To A Blackbird -
Lines Addressed To A Great Artist
Lyric 
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi -
The Undying Dream -
London Sketches
A Lost Cause
Beyond
Sibelius
Dark Red Roses 
Sea-Haunted
Hellas
The Mother
Carrowdore
The Barley Field
The Changeling 
Faery
To One Grown Old 
Restless Woods 
Night
The Heart Remembers Morning 
Vale 

Voces Intimae

Romance
To A Poet In Early Youth
The Rebuke
Highways And Byways
Padraig
Winter Sorrow
April
The Burden Of Unrest
Invocation In Winter
Pastoral
Lebanon
Transience

I will only share a few poems from that final section as I have shared three poems from each of the other volumes when I have reviewed them. This section begins with this quote:

“The waves of the sea have spoken to me; the wild birds have taught me; the music of many waters has been my master.”
     -Kalevala

This final section is dedicated to W.H. Conn. Three sample poems from this section are:

     TO A POET IN EARLY YOUTH

     Poet, listen while I speak
     Now that youth is on your cheek,
     And the dream within your eyes,
     Tell me all the ancient lies.
     Tell me you have found love fair
     You who have not known despair.
     Tell me life is kind and sweet
     You who have not known defeat.
     Tell me of unclouded years
     You who know not bitter tears.
     Poet, you are dreaming yet
     Things that gladly I forget.

     Listen poet once again,
     Songs like yours are sung in vain.
     Such unquestioning belief
     Ends in bitterness or grief.
     Youth is ecstasy but blind.
     Life will teach you, you will find,
     That above our puny sighs
     Each slow dusk the J?leiads rise,
     And behind his prison bars
     Man looks upward to the stars.
     Each day that dawns, each sun that sets
     Brings its yearnings and regrets,
     But wisdom draws the veils aside.
     Then the eyes are opened wide,
     And suddenly the truth will ring
     In every stanza that you sing . . .
     And may be when a long time dead
     Your verse will be admired and read.
     I who keep a silent tongue
     Once felt like you, when I was young,
     And loved the beautiful and true,
     But then, I was a poet too.

          HIGHWAYS AND BYWAYS

          Meadows I love, and orchards and tall trees,
          The little burns that sparkle and are bright,
          And fields of barley in the sunny breeze,
          And curlew calling in the dim half-light.

          Old villages that lie among the hills,
          The lonely glens and rivers that are slow,
          The fuchsia hedges, and the fairy thorns,
          And cottage doorways where the roses blow.

          The little fields of Antrim and of Down,
          The mountain paths and woodlands by the sea,
          The rocky headlands and the sheltered bays,
          And moorlands where the winds are blowing free.

          The dusty· roads are waiting for our feet,
          The country inns and many a leafy lane,
          Oh come then, for the sake of old desire
          And walk with me the Irish roads again.

     WINTER SORROW

     Even if the heart be numb with grief
     There will be sweet days c0me again,
     Of daffodil and fluttering leaf,
     Of bird song and the silver rain.
     Of childrens' voices and the sun,
     Of whispering winds and twilights grey,
     And quiet peace when day is done
     And memories of yesterday.
     The well-loved hills eternal stand,
     White in the moon the meadows lie;
     In life and death we are at one
     With wind, and sun, and earth, and sky.

This final section is the only volume I am not able to track down in some library around the world. And I do not know if it was ever published. This collection was published 17 years before Irvine passed, so I do hope to track it down some day. I enjoyed this eleventh collection of poems that I have read from the pen of Irvine. 

I was able to track down a copy of this thanks to the National Library of Ireland. The NLI has all volumes I have found written by Irvine and 5 of the 8 edited by him; which I will now be tracking down to review. I am now trying to hunt the remaining volumes down. These poems were very enjoyable, and I am certain they would be to you as well, if you give them a chance. It is the largest collection of Irvin’s work. 
If you can track down a copy to read it is well worth it! Another great collection of poems I can easily recommend it.

Note: This book is part of a series of reviews: 2026 Catholic Reading Plan

Books by John Irvine:


Selected Poems - John Irvine

Selected Poems - John Irvine