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O cool is the valley now And there, love, will we go For many a choir is singing now Where Love did sometime go. And hear you not the thrushes call…
Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holl… Send us bright one, light one, Ho… Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Hoopsa boy… Universally that person’s acumen i… It is not why therefore we shall w…
O Sweetheart, hear you Your lover’s tale; A man shall have sorrow When friends him fail. For he shall know then
The noon’s greygolden meshes make All night a veil, The shorelamps in the sleeping lak… Laburnum tendrils trail. The sly reeds whisper to the night
Of the dark past A child is born; With joy and grief My heart is torn. Calm in his cradle
Silently she’s combing, Combing her long hair Silently and graciously, With many a pretty air. The sun is in the willow leaves
Goldbrown upon the sated flood The rockvine clusters lift and swa… Vast wings above the lambent water… Of sullen day. A waste of waters ruthlessly
All day I hear the noise of water… Making moan, Sad as the sea—bird is when, going Forth alone, He hears the winds cry to the wate…
Have you heard of one Humpty Dump… How he fell with a roll and a rumb… And curled up like Lord Olofa Cr… By the butt of the Magazine Wall, (Chorus) Of the Magazine Wall,
Of that so sweet imprisonment My soul, dearest, is fain —— Soft arms that woo me to relent And woo me to detain. Ah, could they ever hold me there
Be not sad because all men Prefer a lying clamour before you: Sweetheart, be at peace again— Can they dishonour you? They are sadder than all tears;
Rain on Rahoon falls softly, soft… Where my dark lover lies. Sad is his voice that calls me, sa… At grey moonrise. Love, hear thou
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…
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.
THE CALLS: Wait, my love, and I’ll be with y… THE ANSWERS: Round behind the stable. THE CHILDREN:
