Who was stealing the Baron’s wine… Golden sherry and port so old, Precious, I wot, as drops of gold… Lone to-night he came to dine, Flung himself in his oaken chair,

Sick I am and sorrowful, how can… Here, where fog and darkness is, a… Practising for evil sport? If you… Hatred comes into each face, and s… How I dread the sound of guns, ha…

Pardon give to Monica, She is so very fair— Though soft eyes give promises Rosy lips forswear. From the shy droop of her head.

One morning, when dreaming in deep… I met a sweet colleen a-making her… With sighing and sobbing she cried… ‘Oh where is my lost one, and wher… ’My house it is small, and my fiel…

For that old love I once adored I deck my halls and spread my boar… At Christmas-time. With all the winter’s flowers that… I wreathe my room, and mistletoe

And I had died before the spring… When winter’s kiss upon the fields… And no small seed had broken up th… Then had I died, whose earthly ho… I should have liked to see the sno…

This is my brave singer, With his beak of gold; Now my heart’s a captive In his song’s sweet hold. O, the lark’s a rover,

As I came down from the hill of A… When spring sang in the air, I heard the silken voice of summer Call from the cold earth there. As I came down from the hill of A…

They crowded weeping from the teac… Crying aloud their fear at what he… Old men and young men, wives and m… And children screaming in the crow… Some to their temples with accusto…

I have a rose garden Full of sweet flowers; Yellow bloom, crimson bloom, Perfume the hours. I have an apple tree

If thou didst slip 'neath the enci… And found sure death in coral grov… Dost think the sea o’er thy unrest… Would check one moment of its ebb… If thou didst lie 'neath the entom…

On the lone height of some untrodd… The shadowy mother goes, Calling, calling; Grief hath her eyes, her cheek is… As winter snows

’Twas on a gloomy afternoon When all the world was out of tune… And lover’s lot amiss, When Chloe, waiting by the stream… Awoke from love’s too pleasant dre…

The kine of my father, they are st… The young goat’s at mischief, but… For all through the night did I h… O youth of my loving, and is it we… All through the night sat my mothe…

Thrice turned she in her narrow be… His tears disturbed her rest; She kissed the little babe that la… So still upon her breast. ‘Dream well,’ she said, 'my daught…