Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet; Strings by the river where The willows meet. There’s music along the river

Preparatory to anything else Mr B… This was a quandary but, bringing… En route to his taciturn and, not… —And that one was Judas, Stephen… Discussing these and kindred topic…

O bella bionda, Sei come l’onda! Of cool sweet dew and radiance mil… The moon a web of silence weaves In the still garden where a child

Urbane, to comfort them, the quake… —And we have, have we not, those p… He came a step a sinkapace forward… A noiseless attendant setting open… —Directly, said he, creaking to go…

YES because he never did a thing… theyre all so different Boylan tal… yes I think he made them a bit fir… frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewher… Mulveys was the first when I was…

Go seek her out all courteously, And say I come, Wind of spices whose song is ever Epithalamium. O, hurry over the dark lands

My love is in a light attire Among the apple—trees, Where the gay winds do most desire To run in companies. There, where the gay winds stay to…

Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butte… A sombre Y.M.C.A. young man, wat… Heart to heart talks. Bloo . . . Me? No. Blood of the Lamb.

Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep

A onelegged sailor, swinging himse… —Very well, indeed, father. And y… Father Conmee was wonderfully wel… Father Conmee was very glad to se… —Good afternoon, Mrs Sheehy.

In the dark pine—wood I would we lay, In deep cool shadow At noon of day. How sweet to lie there,

By Lorries along sir John Rogers… In Westland row he halted before… So warm. His right hand once more… He turned away and sauntered acros… He handed the card through the bra…