Phoebe’s Wooing (Horatio Alger Jr Poems)
"Phoebe! Phoebe! Where is the chit? When I want her most she's out of the way.Child, you're running a long account Up, ...
"Phoebe! Phoebe! Where is the chit? When I want her most she's out of the way.Child, you're running a long account Up, ...
IT was bound fast here you saw him, and wondered to see him,Our fair-haired Donough, and he after being condemned;There ...
I wish I were over the Curlew Mountains, Marching to Sligo by valley and fen; I wish I were back ...
I This is the hill of Maeve, the queen, A mighty bulwark of gray-green Whereon was set, by hands unknown, ...
I I heard the bells of Sligo say The tranquil requiem of day. I saw the fires of sunset burn ...
Fair Maeve, that was queen of Beauty, Whither, whither has she gone? Ask the cairn that over Sligo ...
You waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play, Though you glow and you glance, though you ...
Do not because this day I have grown saturnine Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought Because I have ...
When I play on my fiddle in Dooney. Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is priest ...
I call on those that call me son, Grandson, or great-grandson, On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-aunts, To judge what ...
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