There I cannot find thee, O my lo… In the city’s clamour, In its pleasure’s glamour; ‘Mid the multitude of faces Or the wilderness of places

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,

I’m out with all the world to-day, So all the world to me is grey, Ah me! the bonny world. Glad birds are building in the tre… For them I have no sympathy;

Deep in the moving depths Of yellow wine, I swore I’d drown your face, O love of mine; All clad in yellow hue,

Prince Charming, when the wizard’… Had wrecked for aye my fairyland; Had razed my castles to the earth, And killed my child heart with his… Then weeds grew rank where flowers…

A Legend of Tyrol I through the valley of Klausen w… By a little stream, and heard it s… Down by its bed I crouched and be… A listening ear as it hurried by.

‘God bless the work,’ said young… She bent her golden head, And in her cheek that was so pale The blood crept rosy red. Quick flew the humming spinning-wh…

‘Ho! ’said the child, ‘how fine th… With nodding plumes, with measured… Who rides within this coach, is he… Some King, I think, for see, he r… I turned, and saw a little coffin…

Neighbour! for pity a hound cries… With pleading eyes, with sore and… Neighbour! your pity a poor beast… Hunger and cold are busy in the st… Then, neighbour! pause; ’tis no go…

In Rome, as I look from my lattic… And lean to the night, Where the living sleep, still as t… All in the sunlight. The dead are awake ‘mid our restin…

Mo páistin deas, I did not know How cold the winter’s blast could… Into her heart, with what despair Earth drew her bloom and blossom f… How lone a man might come and go

When Youth, led on by love and fo… Kissing sweet eyes beyond the allo… That he should turn to labour and… Beyond his window beauty breaks to… O greybeard, pause before thy ange…

Listen to the tramping! Oh, God o… Can we kneel at prayer, sleep all… While the echo thunders?—God of p… Can we think of prayer—or sleep—so… Million upon million fleeing feet…

At the grey dawn, amongst the fall… A little bird outside my window sw… High on a topmost branch he trille… And ‘ Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!… “Take me,' I cried, ‘back to my i…