Silver Apples, Golden Apples: Best-loved Irish VerseFrank Delaney Blackstaff Press, 1987 - 157 pagina's |
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... lord of all . And often when the beetle's horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep ; I steal unto her shieling lorn , And thro ' the dooring peep . There in the crickets ' singing - stone She stirs the bogwood fire , And hums in sad sweet ...
... lord of all . And often when the beetle's horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep ; I steal unto her shieling lorn , And thro ' the dooring peep . There in the crickets ' singing - stone She stirs the bogwood fire , And hums in sad sweet ...
Pagina 20
... Lord in His mercy be kind to Belfast . This jewel that houses our hopes and our fears Was knocked up from the swamp in the last hundred years ; But the last shall be first and the first shall be last : May the Lord in His mercy be kind ...
... Lord in His mercy be kind to Belfast . This jewel that houses our hopes and our fears Was knocked up from the swamp in the last hundred years ; But the last shall be first and the first shall be last : May the Lord in His mercy be kind ...
Pagina 62
... my grief that Patrick Loughlin is not Earl of Irrul still , And that Brian Duff no longer rules as Lord upon the hill : And that Colonel Hugh MacGrady should be lying dead and low , And I sailing , sailing swiftly from the county of 62.
... my grief that Patrick Loughlin is not Earl of Irrul still , And that Brian Duff no longer rules as Lord upon the hill : And that Colonel Hugh MacGrady should be lying dead and low , And I sailing , sailing swiftly from the county of 62.
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THE FAIRIES | 1 |
THE NIGHT BEFORE LARRY WAS STRETCHED Anonymous | 7 |
AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS | 17 |
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