Silver Apples, Golden Apples: Best-loved Irish VerseFrank Delaney Blackstaff Press, 1987 - 157 pagina's |
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Pagina 4
... eyes that looked so mild ? Hurroo ! hurroo ! Where are your eyes that looked so mild ? Hurroo ! hurroo ! Where are your eyes that looked so mild , When my poor heart you first beguiled ? Why did you run from me and the child ? Och ...
... eyes that looked so mild ? Hurroo ! hurroo ! Where are your eyes that looked so mild ? Hurroo ! hurroo ! Where are your eyes that looked so mild , When my poor heart you first beguiled ? Why did you run from me and the child ? Och ...
Pagina 136
... eyes and golden hair . They brought her to the city , And she faded slowly there - Consumption has no pity For blue eyes and golden hair . When I saw her first reclining , Her lips were mov'd in prayer , And the setting sun was shining ...
... eyes and golden hair . They brought her to the city , And she faded slowly there - Consumption has no pity For blue eyes and golden hair . When I saw her first reclining , Her lips were mov'd in prayer , And the setting sun was shining ...
Pagina 137
... eyes , And bore Him back the flame . Before the sun had risen Through the lark - loved morning air , Her young soul left its prison , Undefiled by sin or care . I stood beside the couch in tears Where pale and calm she slept , And ...
... eyes , And bore Him back the flame . Before the sun had risen Through the lark - loved morning air , Her young soul left its prison , Undefiled by sin or care . I stood beside the couch in tears Where pale and calm she slept , And ...
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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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