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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 65 |
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His ghastly gaze fixed on the tints of the east, As a starveling might stare at the sound of a feast; The morn quickly rose, and revealed to his eye The Land he had prayed to behold, and then die!
Green, green was the shore, though the year was near
done — High and haughty the capes the white surf dashed
upon — A gray ruined convent was down by the strand, And the sheep fed afar, on the hills of the land ! "God be with you, dear Ireland," he gasped with a
sigh, 111 have lived to behold you—I'm ready to die." |
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MEMORIES
I LEFT two loves on a distant strand, One young, and fond, and fair, and bland; One fair, and old, and sadly grand,— My wedded wife and my native land.
One tarrieth sad and seriously Beneath the roof that mine should be; One sitteth sibyl-like, by the sea, Chanting a grave song mournfully.
A little life I have not seen Lies by the heart that mine hath been; A cypress wreath darkles now, 1 ween, Upon the brow of my love in green. |
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