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... partial heart loved so fondly . And now , O Best - beloved , ere yet the soa is green that presses upon your breast , I bring there my little offering . Donegal , May , 1902 . Seumas Sul cuirear mé an leabar so do mo Lámaid is.
... partial heart loved so fondly . And now , O Best - beloved , ere yet the soa is green that presses upon your breast , I bring there my little offering . Donegal , May , 1902 . Seumas Sul cuirear mé an leabar so do mo Lámaid is.
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... loved , came from the room and greeted Pat and Corney sweetly , laying in a motherly way a caressing hand on my head the while , and little dreaming how the blood tingled in my veins thereat . " Ellen , that cloak ! " John said to his ...
... loved , came from the room and greeted Pat and Corney sweetly , laying in a motherly way a caressing hand on my head the while , and little dreaming how the blood tingled in my veins thereat . " Ellen , that cloak ! " John said to his ...
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... loved my uncle much . I helped him in his work , before and after school hours . But he struggled sorely to keep me at school . The Master would be in a towering passion with me , if he knew me to scheme . He would thunder denunciations ...
... loved my uncle much . I helped him in his work , before and after school hours . But he struggled sorely to keep me at school . The Master would be in a towering passion with me , if he knew me to scheme . He would thunder denunciations ...
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... loved before it was yet time to join the throng setting off for Mass - to spend a happy hour loitering down the Black Braes and over the meadows , to take a peep at my nests and at my snares , and sit awhile to see the trout in the Dark ...
... loved before it was yet time to join the throng setting off for Mass - to spend a happy hour loitering down the Black Braes and over the meadows , to take a peep at my nests and at my snares , and sit awhile to see the trout in the Dark ...
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... lend me yer aid : To pen these few lines ; Ye'll find My poor heart's bethrayed . But from me she has flown , And become The. ' Tis of a damsel so fair , I swear That I loved as dear as my life : * Yon . [ 41 ] A SUNDAY at KNOCKAGAR.
... lend me yer aid : To pen these few lines ; Ye'll find My poor heart's bethrayed . But from me she has flown , And become The. ' Tis of a damsel so fair , I swear That I loved as dear as my life : * Yon . [ 41 ] A SUNDAY at KNOCKAGAR.
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Page 65 - 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 38 - Boy [T was early, early in the spring, The birds did whistle and sweetly sing, Changing their notes from tree to tree, And the song they sang was Old Ireland free.
Page 259 - As soon as Willie spoke She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak. Then with his loaded blunderbuss, the truth I will unfold, He made the Mayor to tremble, and robbed him of his gold: One hundred pounds was offered for his apprehension there.
Page 260 - So they were taken prisoners, in irons they were bound, And conveyed to Clonmel jail, strong walls did them surround; They were tried and found guilty, the judge made this reply, "For robbing on the King's highway you are both condemned to die.
Page 259 - Willie he sat down, He met the Mayor of Cashel, a mile outside the town; The Mayor he knew his features, "I think, young man," said he, "Your name is Willie Brennan, you must come along with me.
Page 259 - A brace of loaded pistols he carried night and day ; He never robbed a poor man upon the king's highway ; But what he'd taken from the rich, like Turpin and Black Bess, He always did divide it with the widow in distress.
Page 260 - Farewell unto my wife, and to my children three, Likewise my aged father, he may shed tears for me, And to my loving mother, who tore her gray locks and cried, Saying, "I -wish, Willie Brennan, in your cradle you had died.
Page 142 - Vagabone away; yet, partly because she was decidedly getting the better of it, but chiefly, perhaps, because I was seized with the desire to conceal myself, I had not made any demonstration of sympathy, and did not intend to do so. On the instant, though, that I saw her draw her hand across her eyes, I sprang forward wrathfully and struck the Vagabone a fierce box on the side of his head, which sent him staggering against the ditch. When he recovered himself, he looked at me for just a moment, puzzledly;...
Page 106 - that the Masther 'll spend a deal of money on her? " "Och, the Masther!" Billy said, lightly. " He's a rag on every bush; there'll not be six girls in the fair he'll not be putting the comether * on.
Page 112 - Attention pay both young and old Unto these lines I do unfold, The deeds of brave Napoleon, sure, I'm going for to relate; How, many years most manfullie He struggled hard for libertie — A most immortial hairo was Napoleon Boneypart.