O were my heart a little dog I’d call it to my side To hold it with a silken lead And would not be denied. For O it wandered far from me

Oh, the lonely road, the road to… ’Tis there I see a little ghost,… She plucks the swaying cowslip nor… But flies at my pursuing, who once… She once did run to me.

Even the silent lips and comfortin… I had no more; I took my place Still wondering, behind the slow s… All of your beauty Death could ro… One amongst many men who followed…

A beggar sat by the King’s highwa… O, but the road was long! His hair was black and his beard w… Hark to the linnet’s song! He sat him down by the churchyard…

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…

Fair Lady Kathleen in her tower Bowed her head like a wounded flow… She wept the weary night away ‘Here I spin for a year and a day… But ’tis for love’s sweet sake,' s…

Clarissa, when you passed me by With scornful lip and haughty eye, My fault I did deplore, Your anger, like a poisoned dart, Struck death into my guilty heart,

When summer comes, then you are ne… I feel your phantom presence on my… In every wind the dead year speaks… And every scene springs up to take… ’Twas such a day, as sweet a wind…

How can I laugh or dance as other… Or ply my rock or reel? My heart will still return to drea… Beside my spinning-wheel. My little dog he cried out in the…

She walks in a lonely garden On the path her feet have made, With high-heeled shoes, gold-buckl… And gown of a flowered brocade; The hair that falls on her shoulde…

The ship is sinking, come ye one a… Stand fast and so this weakness ov… Come ye strong hands and cheery vo… ‘Stand by!’ The ship is sinking in a summer se…

I wish I were over the Curlew Mo… Marching to Sligo by valley and f… I wish I were back in the years o… Tramping the rough roads with him… I wish that I stood upon Yellow…

When I shall rise, and full of ma… Set forth upon my last long journe… And leave behind the circling eart… Amongst the countless stars to see… When in the vapourish blue I wand…

If by my tomb some day you careles… A moment grieved by coming on my n… Ah! kneel awhile upon the tender g… In some short prayer acquitting me… If I reached not your pinnacle of…

‘Lo! I am athirst,’ said the brow… ‘And I would drink my fill.’ ‘Have I not slaked thee,’ cried t… ‘From river, stream, and rill?’ ‘I would have wine,’ said the hot…