Fore-Song Of Malmorda (Joseph Ignatius Constantine Clarke Poems)
I.To me by early mornCame memories of Old Ireland by the sea,The tenderest and sweetest that there be,Wherein the songs ...
I.To me by early mornCame memories of Old Ireland by the sea,The tenderest and sweetest that there be,Wherein the songs ...
So that's what you call good news for me,Young Janet who loves me so?For your poor blind grandmother sitting hereWhile ...
Oh, wilt thou ne'er again, when fade the eves,Loved Cynthius, come soul-trembling to my joy,Till raptured stars shall steal out ...
With deep Amen are closed the funeral rites:The wreathing incense lingers on the air,A mist of sorrow and a floating ...
I.Shall we sing of grand Old Glory,With its flowing stripes and stars?Shall we tell its homely story,Or its battle fame ...
Where is he gone, the queer little man,Who made and mended boots and shoes;Who hammered the brogues and rushed the ...
A calm white face, black eyes serene,Dark tresses braided in a coronal,Red lips pressed close till scarce the red is ...
Her soft brown eyes upgazing to his face,As thro the aisle's one sunlight shaft they passWith measured pace,He, smiling at ...
When I am gone, and swift the train has curvedBehind the bend,It may be that my light goodby has servedTo ...
Once to old Erin of the singing streamsI went upon the wings of dreams,And it was night of cloud and ...
Oh sweet, with thy rosebud red at my heartI could die, and smile at the pain,For my darling, my darling ...
Dawn and delight are gain,Lifting the wings of the dove;Morrows for sorrows are vain,O love!Look thro the clouds and the ...
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