Songs, ballads and storiesG. Bell, 1877 - 341 pages |
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Adieu Ballyshanny Balor banks of Erne befell bird blue bough breath bright Charon cheek clouds Crannog creep Dalimar dark dear deep doth dream earth EOLIAN eyes face fair Fairy fear feet flow'rs George Hildebrand Gerald girl golden grass grave gray green guardian band hand happy harp and rhyme hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour Hush a little Irish Jink Killybegs kiss light little for harp lonely look look'd Love me true midnight stars moon morning mountain never night night is falling NIGHT SONGS o'er Ogham Robin roll so gaily rose round SAINT Valentine scythe-sweep shadow shore sigh silent sing sleep soft song soul stars summer day sung sweet Sweet vernal-grass tender thee thou thought thrush turn'd Twas twilight vex'd voice waves roll weary Where's Where's Charley Where's Johnny winding banks woods word young
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Page 158 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather...
Page 158 - ... feather! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home, They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain lake, With frogs for their watch-dogs.
Page 164 - I wish I were a Primrose, A bright yellow Primrose blowing in the Spring ! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering bee to love me, The fern and moss to creep across, And the Elm-tree for...
Page 168 - Good-bye, good-bye to Summer ! For Summer's nearly done ; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun ; Our thrushes now are silent, Our swallows flown away, — But Robin's here in coat of brown, And scarlet breast-knot gay. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear ! Robin sings so sweetly In the falling of the year. Bright yellow, red, and orange...
Page 132 - Her nose is straight and handsome, her eyebrows lifted up, Her chin is very neat and pert, and smooth like a china cup, Her hair's the brag of Ireland, so weighty and so fine ; It's rolling down upon her neck, and gathered in a twine. The dance o...
Page 173 - mid the city's uproar. The guests, for whose joyance that table was spread, May now enter as ghosts, for they're every one dead. Through a chink in the shutter dim lights come and go ; The seats are in order, the dishes a-row ; But the luncheon was wealth to the rat and the mouse, Whose descendants have long left the Dirty Old House. Cup and platter are mask'd in thick layers of dust, The flowers fall'n to powder, the wine swathed in crust ; A nosegay was laid before one special chair, And the faded...
Page 185 - The Pastor's Son did pine and die ; Because true love should never lie. : Years ago, and years ago ; And the tall reeds sigh as the wind doth blow.
Page 136 - The carven stones lie scattcr'd in briars and nettlebed; The only feet are those that come at burial of the dead. A little rocky rivulet runs murmuring to the tide, Singing a song of ancient days, in sorrow, not in pride ; The boor-tree and the lightsome ash across the portal grow, And heaven itself is now the roof of Abbey Asaroe.
Page 210 - Thou that hast a daughter For one to woo and wed, Give her to a husband With snow upon his head : Oh, give her to an old man, Though little joy it be, Before the best young sailor That sails upon the sea ! How luckless is the sailor When sick and like to die, He sees no tender mother, No sweetheart standing by. • Only the captain speaks to him, — Stand up, stand up, youag man, And steer the ship to haven, As none beside thee can.
Page 184 - The Maids of Elfin-mere a?. WHEN the spinning-room was here, Came Three Damsels, clothed in white, With their spindles every night ; One and two and three fair Maidens, Spinning to a pulsing cadence, Singing songs of Elfin-Mere, Till the eleventh hour was toll'd, Then departed through the wold. Years ago, and years ago ; And the tall reeds sigh as the -wind doth blo-w. Three white Lilies, calm and clear, And they were loved by every...