The Old Mass Shandryden (John O Brien Poems)
I can see it in my dreaming o'er a gap of thirty years,And the rattle of its boxes still is ...
I can see it in my dreaming o'er a gap of thirty years,And the rattle of its boxes still is ...
'Tis the greatest splash of sunshine right through all my retrospection On the days when fairies brought me golden dreams without ...
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
Ah, the memories that find me now my hair is turning gray,Drifting in like painted butterflies from paddocks far away;Dripping ...
Yes, that's the hardest hand at all upon my frosted head-That telegram that brought the news that Father Pat is ...
To the rooms where I am dining in the glaring city's dayCome the happy honeymooners from the country far away,Two ...
May a fading fancy hover round a gladness that is over?May a dreamer in the silence rake the ashes of ...
"The flowers have no scent, and the birds have no song," We read in the lesson before us,While carols enchanted came ...
Through the hush of my heart in the spell of its dreaming Comes the song of a bush boy glad-hearted and ...
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