Out from her doorway peeped the li… To gaze upon the world most full o… Her eager eyes all bright and unaf… Her smooth cheek flushed with joy… Nor did she stay because long shad…

Oh! do not rudely wake her, nor re… Those pulsing limbs for this hosti… To timid life, that cast in death-… What he had moulded for his ecstas… Nay! rather pity one so keen to le…

Within an English village yesterd… I came upon a little child at play… I lingered by to watch the baby ga… And heard some voice call gently o… Sweet she replied. How leaped my…

I would have wept with the beast, The bird, the blossoming flower, The hundred years of the oak, Or the insect born for an hour, Saying with my soul’s right

I would I had a thousand tongues To sing thy praise, to sing thy pr… I’d teach the birds on ev’ry tree To chorus the sweet melody, For all my days, for all my days.

And so goodbye, my love, my dear,… E’en thus from my sad heart go hen… I cast thee out, renounce, and hol… I wreck the cup of joy thou heldes… To my lips, thinking we’d quaff—be…

A CHILD’S SONG [WRITTEN FOR KATHLEEN] I wish I had a soldier, a soldier… I wish I had a soldier to fight f… Marie has a soldier, a soldier, a…

‘What ails you that you look so pa… O fisher of the sea?’ ‘Tis for a mournful tale I own, Fair maiden Marjorie.’ ‘What is the dreary tale to tell,

Lord! when they came and stood upo… With ‘One is dead,’ I paused awhi… In brief thanksgiving that I stil… On the good earth that had so much… Through my sweet garden softly did…

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

White rose must die all in the you… Though nightingale should sing the… Though summer breezes woo, She will not hear. Too delicate for the sun’s kiss so…

A Ballad Father John in the green lane wen… And he drew his robe full tight, ‘I would,’ quoth he, 'I were home… For there’s evil in the night.

One morning, when dreaming in deep… I met a sweet colleen a-making her… With sighing and sobbing she cried… ‘Oh where is my lost one, and wher… ’My house it is small, and my fiel…

In the darkness of the night I wa… Ave Maria, hear my cry! Dread shapes crowd around me, I c… Ave Maria, hear my cry! Love that must separate, Death th…

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