The Poem book of Gael Translations From Irish Gaelic Poetry Into English Prose
The Poem book of Gael Translations From Irish Gaelic Poetry Into English Prose
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My mind reminding me daily I never shall see you again ; You left me no cure for my sickness, Yet I pray, though my night be long, — My sharp grief ! and my heart is broken, — That God may forgive your wrong. 316 THE STARS STAND UP 317 She was sweeter than fiddle and lute, Or the shining of grass through the dew, She was soft as the blackbird's flute When the light of the day is new ; From her feet on the lone hill-top I have heard the honey dropping ; Why, Girl, did you come to my door ? Or wh...y could you not be stopping ?
THE LOVE SMART This weariness, this gnawing pain, Are moving greatly through my brain ; The tears down-dropping from my eyes.
The full of my two shoes with sighs. I think the Sunday long, and pray You may come stepping down my way ; Twice over I my lover lack, — When he departs — till he come back.
My thousand treasures and my love, At break of summer let us rove. And watch the flickering twilight dwell Above the windings of the dell. I claim no gift of cows and sheep ; But if I ask of thee to keep My hand within thy circling arm.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
My mind reminding me daily I never shall see you again ; You left me no cure for my sickness, Yet I pray, though my night be long, — My sharp grief ! and my heart is broken, — That God may forgive your wrong. 316 THE STARS STAND UP 317 She was sweeter than fiddle and lute, Or the shining of grass through the dew, She was soft as the blackbird's flute When the light of the day is new ; From her feet on the lone hill-top I have heard the honey dropping ; Why, Girl, did you come to my door ? Or wh...y could you not be stopping ?
THE LOVE SMART This weariness, this gnawing pain, Are moving greatly through my brain ; The tears down-dropping from my eyes.
The full of my two shoes with sighs. I think the Sunday long, and pray You may come stepping down my way ; Twice over I my lover lack, — When he departs — till he come back.
My thousand treasures and my love, At break of summer let us rove. And watch the flickering twilight dwell Above the windings of the dell. I claim no gift of cows and sheep ; But if I ask of thee to keep My hand within thy circling arm.
What to read after The Poem book of Gael Translations From Irish Gaelic Poetry Into English Prose?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Eleanor Hull to read onlineMoreLess
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