The Ballads of Ireland Volume 1-2

The Ballads of Ireland Volume 1-2

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1856 edition. Excerpt: ... speak, or mortal power control--And wept the weary night and day until my heart was sore, And every germ of peace and joy was withered at its core. In vein, in vain, this yearning cry--this dark and deep despair! I droop alone and trembling here, and thou art lying there. But though thy smile upon the earth I never more may see, And thou wilt never come to me--yet, I may fly to thee! I never stood within your home--I do not hear your name-Life parted us for many a day, but Death now seals my claim; In darkness, silence, and decay, and here at last alone, You're but more truly bound to me--my darling, and my own I _ MY darling, my darling, while silence is on the moor, And lone in the sunshine, I sit by our cabin door; When evening falls quiet and calm over land and sea, My darling, my darling, I think of past times and thee! Here, while on this cold shore, I wear out my lonely hours, My child in the heavens is spreading my bed with flowers, All weary my bosom is grown of this friendless clime, But I long not to leave it; for that were a shame and crime. They hear to the churchyard the youth in their health away, I know where a fruit hangs more ripe for the grave than they, But I wish not for death, for my spirit is all resigned, And the hope that stays with me gives peace to my aged mind. My darling, my darling, God gave to my_feeble age, A prop for my faint heart, a stay in my pilgrnnage; My darling, my darling, God takes back his gift again And my heart may be broken, but ne'er shall my will complain. Oclumel an exclamation of deep sorrow, us, 0, my grief! VOL. I. 29 P-. My mother left us long ago, --A lovely corpse was she, --But we had longer days of woe In this sad world to be. My weary days will soon be done--pine in...
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  • Paperback | 254 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 13mm | 458g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236782267
  • 9781236782267