‘Do you hunt alone to-day, O Red… Pray you tell me, do you hunt all… ‘Ay, I am for the chase, little c… And wish no other spearing save my… ‘And whither are you going, O Red…

When dainty Mona walks this way My foolish heart will beat, And leaves me, though I turn asid… To lie beneath her feet. It follows her all up and down

‘Wild geese are very numerous in t… I walked by Esknahinny at the wan… As star by star came peeping to so… The little waves crept to me to ca… O lone I was and lonesome to meet…

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…

Woe to thee, daughter of Feilim!… Slain for thy sake were the three… Grew the broad plains of Ulster,… Woe to thee, Deirdré!'€”Deirdré,… Smiled the sweet babe in the face…

Mischievous rose from the rose-tre… Can I not bind thee nor hold thee… Can I not weave thee nor fold the… In with thy sisters to staying? Vain is my passion or praying,

Last eve and through the night I… Go forth across the fields, and st… I hear it echo, and the fierce rep… Of some poor stricken heart too fa… Beside my gate a little calf, bere…

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…

Once she woke to fairyland, Now she wakes to grief, All the golden days are gone, Lost by time—the thief. Once she sprang to meet the dawn,

Kine, kine, in the meadows, why do… High is the grass to your knees an… Sweet with the perfume of honey, a… But the sad-eyed kine on the hills… ‘Man, man has bereft us and taken…

As I between the dusk and dark Walked down by Hampton Towers, I strayed upon the haunted path In the forbidden hours. I paced the long and lonesome way

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.

Why, Love! I thought you were gay… Merry of mien and debonair. What then means this brow so black… Whose sullen gloom twin eyes give… Poor little god in tears, alack!

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…

On the dry brown bough The withered leaves still cling In their last desperate hold And ceaseless murmuring. They push the swinging branch