My Ireland Songs And Simple Rhymes
My Ireland Songs And Simple Rhymes
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Tis I who dream of Beauty — She, Who surely lives within or on The Irish hill, that yet shall be The Tara of the coming Dawn. So I must sing of Beauty. Lord, That I may find the hillock soon To which my poems, word by word, Would march within a martial tune !
[64] THE SWALLOW With the night on his back, And the day on his breast.
The swallow flew off From his long summer's nest; And he carried my Day, And he carried my Night, On his feathery form With its black and its white, To a country unkno...wn; But I know it lies, where I have dreamed all my Time Since he flew Over There.
[6s] IN CARRIGEEN For Her, and Her only, The leaves of October Laid gold on their green ; But for Her, and Her lonely. They now fall to robe Her In cold Carrigeen.
For Her, and Her only, The white-thorns bore flowers ; But now it would seem, That for me, and me lonely, They fall like snow-showers. To dapple my dream.
For Her, and Her only, The wild pigeons whistle Their call and their cry ; But on Her and Her lonely.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Tis I who dream of Beauty — She, Who surely lives within or on The Irish hill, that yet shall be The Tara of the coming Dawn. So I must sing of Beauty. Lord, That I may find the hillock soon To which my poems, word by word, Would march within a martial tune !
[64] THE SWALLOW With the night on his back, And the day on his breast.
The swallow flew off From his long summer's nest; And he carried my Day, And he carried my Night, On his feathery form With its black and its white, To a country unkno...wn; But I know it lies, where I have dreamed all my Time Since he flew Over There.
[6s] IN CARRIGEEN For Her, and Her only, The leaves of October Laid gold on their green ; But for Her, and Her lonely. They now fall to robe Her In cold Carrigeen.
For Her, and Her only, The white-thorns bore flowers ; But now it would seem, That for me, and me lonely, They fall like snow-showers. To dapple my dream.
For Her, and Her only, The wild pigeons whistle Their call and their cry ; But on Her and Her lonely.
What to read after My Ireland Songs And Simple Rhymes?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by James Francis Carlin Macdonnell to read onlineMoreLess
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