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Oh, come with me to the Happy Isl… In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed b… And the ocean loves to wander. Fragrant the vines that mantle tho…
Last night, as my dear babe lay de… In agony I knelt and said: "0 God! what have I done, Or in what wise offended Thee, That Thou should’st take away fro…
In the market of Clare, so cheery… Of the shops and the booths of the… That I take a delight on a Saturd… In walking that way and in viewing… For it’s here that one sees all th…
O Nicias, not for us alone Was laughing Eros born, Nor shines alone for us the moon, Nor burns the ruddy morn; Alas! to-morrow lies not in the ke…
The mountain brook sung lonesomeli… Ez if it waited for a child to jin… The wild-flowers uv the hillside b… The music uv the little feet that… The magpies, like winged shadders,…
When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders, I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish all beholders; For summon hence all pretty girls
I looked in the brook and saw a fa… Heigh-ho, but a child was I! There were rushes and willows in t… And they clutched at the brook as… And the brook it ran its own sweet…
Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long, The trolls go up and the trolls go… Bearing their packs and crooning a… And this is the song the hill-folk…
Come hither, lyttel childe, and li… For yonder fares an angell yclad i… And yonder sings ye angell as onel… And his songe ben of a garden that… To them that have no lyttel childe…
Last night, whiles that the curfew… I heard a moder to her dearie sing… “Lollyby, lolly, lollyby.” And presently that chylde did ceas… And on his moder’s breast did fall…
Hush, bonnie, dinna greit; Moder will rocke her sweete,- Balow, my boy! When that his toile ben done, Daddie will come anone,-
Hush, little one, and fold your ha… The sun hath set, the moon is high… The sea is singing to the sands, And wakeful posies are beguiled By many a fairy lullaby:
Fisherman Jim lived on the hill With his bonnie wife an’ his littl… 'T wuz “Blow, ye winds, as blow y… Naught we reck of your cold and no… For happy and warm were he an’ his…
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart When birds are on the wing, When bee and bud and babbling floo… Bespeak the birth of spring, Come, sweetheart, be my sweetheart
One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,— “Dear little one, I love thee wel… Be ever here thy sweet repose!” Seeing the rose with love bedight,