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Winifred Mary Letts
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I lived from 1882-1972.
I was from England, and am in the English category.
Winifred Mary Letts (1882 – 1972) was an English writer, with strong Irish connections, well known for her novels, plays and poetry.
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She was born in Manchester or Cheshire, of an English father and Irish mother. She was educated in Bromley, Kent and Alexandra College in Dublin.
She married in 1926 William Henry Foster Verschoyle, of Kilberry, County Kildare; they lived in Dublin and County Kildare. After his death she settled for many years in Faversham, Kent. She returned to Ireland and bought Beech Cottage in Killiney, Co. Dublin where she lived, until finally moving to Tivoli Nursing Home, Dun Laoghaire, Co. Dublin in the late 1960s.
Her first poetry collection, Songs from Leinster, was published in 1913. Before that some of her poems had been set to music by C. V. Stanford. She had begin by writing drama. She continued to write novels and children's fiction; and published poems in 1916 of World War I, during which she worked as a nurse.
she died in 1972 and is buried in Ireland.
Works
The Story-Spinner (1907)
Waste Castle (1907)
The Quest of the Blue Rose (1910)
Bridget of all Work (1909)
Diana Dethroned (1909)
The Rough Way (1912)
Naughty Sophia (1912)
The Mighty Army (1912)
Songs of Leinster (1913)
Helmet & Cowl: Stories of Monastic and Military Orders (1913) with M. F. S. Letts
Christina's Son (1916)
Hallow-e'en and Poems of the War (1916)
The Spires of Oxford, And Other Poems (1917)
Corporal's Corner (1919)
What happened Then? (1921);
More Songs of Leinster (1926)
St Patrick the Travelling Man. The Story of his Life and Wanderings (1932)
Knockmaroon (1933)
Pomona & Co. (1934)
Pomona's Island (1935)
The Gentle Mountain (1938)
Popular poetry
To come at tulip time how wise!
Perhaps you will not now regret
19 lines, 2 comments
There was a man, - don't mind his name,
Whom Fear had dogged by night and day.
31 lines
Courage came to you with your boyhood's grace
Of ardent life and limb.
48 lines
My jewel of the world, she sleeps so fast,
She will not hear you, Spring wind, if you blow;
16 lines, 1 comment
I saw the spires of Oxford
As I was passing by,
24 lines
Ambassador of Christ you go
Up to the very gates of Hell,
41 lines
You gave your life. Boy.
And you gave a limb:
14 lines
IT'S in Connacht or in Munster that yourself might travel wide,
And be asking all the herds you'd meet along the countryside,
33 lines
I think if I lay dying in some land
Where Ireland is no more than just a name,
28 lines
I SAW the Connaught Rangers when they were passing by,
On a spring day, a good day, with gold rifts in the sky.
19 lines
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