I drew her out of the wave High up on the windy shore. Oh, never a fish I caught So fair in my net before. And white she was as the foam

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…

When I crept over the hill, broke… When I crouched down on the grass… I heard the soft croon of the wind… I felt the light kiss of the wind… When I stood lone on the height m…

Half seated on a mossy crag, Half crouching in the heather; I found a little Irish maid, All in June’s golden weather. Like some fond hand that loved the…

Before her mirror in a pouting moo… Afraid to weep lest anger should r… The picture there, she did impatie… Why Fate should treat her worse t… Her lilac frock her mother’s hand…

TA’N SIONAC AR SRAIDI… Loud shout the flaming tongues of… The cannon’s thunder rolls afar While Empires tremble for their f… Thou art alone amongst them all.

Mountains and vales, how ye quake… Wake from your slumbers, He calls… Tremble, great trees, bowing down… Lay by thy scythe, at His bidding… The sun in the heavens grows pale…

Oh, hearts that wear the willow, To you I tell my woe, Why thus uncared, ungartered, And all so pale I go. Come, you wan lovers sighing

A CHILD’S SONG There sits a piper on the hill Who pipes the livelong day, And when he pipes both loud and sh… The frightened people say

He walks like one enchanted, Whose soul is held in thrall, By some sweet presence haunted Who passed unseen by all. He speaks as half-forgetting

The Dean of Santiago on his mule Rode quick the Guadalquivir banks… He had no eye the veiling eve to l… No ear to listen for the bird’s la… Gold mist and purple of the settin…

Let there be an end And all be done; Pass over, fair eclipse, That hides the sun. Dear face that shades the light

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…

Lift me up from this bed of sickne… I am going out to meet the summer. I will run into the arms of Sunsh… And be so comforted, the first new… “I will lift you up,' said the bla…