Silver Apples, Golden Apples: Best-loved Irish VerseFrank Delaney Blackstaff Press, 1987 - 157 pagina's |
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Pagina 33
... hear All my fond heart would say . I shall tell her all my love , All my soul's adoration ; And I think she will hear me And will not say me nay . It is this that fills my soul With its joyous elation , As I hear the sweet lark sing In ...
... hear All my fond heart would say . I shall tell her all my love , All my soul's adoration ; And I think she will hear me And will not say me nay . It is this that fills my soul With its joyous elation , As I hear the sweet lark sing In ...
Pagina 38
... hear them comin ' Mary Kate and little Con- Och ! but I'm the foolish woman , Sure they're all grown up an ' gone . That their sins may be forgiven , And not wan go astray , I doubt I'd stay in Heaven If them childher was away . PERCY ...
... hear them comin ' Mary Kate and little Con- Och ! but I'm the foolish woman , Sure they're all grown up an ' gone . That their sins may be forgiven , And not wan go astray , I doubt I'd stay in Heaven If them childher was away . PERCY ...
Pagina 65
... hear the bittern cry In the wild sky , where he is lain , Nor voices of the sweeter birds Above the wailing of the rain . Nor shall he know when loud March blows Thro ' slanting snows her fanfare shrill , Blowing to flame the golden cup ...
... hear the bittern cry In the wild sky , where he is lain , Nor voices of the sweeter birds Above the wailing of the rain . Nor shall he know when loud March blows Thro ' slanting snows her fanfare shrill , Blowing to flame the golden cup ...
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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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ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES ANONYMOUS translated BALLAD bittern blood blue boys brave breast Brendan Kennelly bright Christ Corrymeela Dark Rosaleen dead Dear Old Ireland death Drynam Eileen Aroon eyes face Father O'Flynn FRANCIS LEDWIDGE Frank O'Connor God-knows-where golden hair gone grass grave green grey hand head hear heart Here's Hurrah hurroo Irish James Clarence Mangan John Montague John-John Johnny Kilcash Kincora King knew ye Lamb Let the toast light live look Louis MacNeice Ltd for permission Mary never night o'er old priest Peter PADRAIC COLUM Patrick Kavanagh Patrick MacDonogh permission to reprint poems poet poetry poor priest Peter Gilligan RAIFTEIRÍ road rode round sail salley gardens sláinte sleep smiled song soul Stella's sweet Thomas Kinsella Thomas MacDonagh thought Three Cows toast pass translated by Frank translated by Thomas Valentine Browne wild WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS wind Woman of Three words young