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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…
Last night, my darling, as you sle… I thought I heard you sigh, And to your little crib I crept, And watched a space thereby; And then I stooped and kissed you…
All day long they come and go— Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the floor, Finger-marks along the wall,
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly—… Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his shad… Through the moonlight that floats… For it’s only at night, when the s…
When our babe he goeth walking in… Around his tinkling feet the sunbe… The posies they are good to him, And bow them as they should to him… As fareth he upon his kingly way;
Her nature is the sea’s, that smil… A radiant maiden in the moon’s sof… The unsuspecting seaman sets his s… Forgetful of the fury of her gales… To-morrow, mad with storms, the oc…
There, there, poor dog, my faithfu… Pay you no heed unto my sorrow: But feast to-day while yet you may… Who knows but we shall starve to-m… “Give us a tune,” the foemen cried…
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scof… Ffor that a romping wench was shee… “Now marke this rede,” they bade h… “Forsooken sholde your folly bee!” But Madge, ye hoyden, laught &…
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
Some men affect a liking For the prim in face and mind, And some prefer the striking And the loud in womankind; Wee Madge is wooed of many,
Suppose, my dear, that you were I And by your side your sweetheart s… Suppose you noticed by and by The distance 'twixt you were too g… Now tell me, dear, what would you…
They told me once that Pan was de… And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets le… Through flowery meads I sought hi… Nor in his dewy pasture bed
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed ‘em; In bed I lie With books hard by,