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INDEX OF FIRST LINES 569 |
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" That rake up near the rafters "......... I, 474
The autumn wind sighs through the trees ...... I, 468
The blue lake of Devenish............ II, 75
The braes they are aflame with whin....... II, 87
The brothers in love are united in death...... II, 92
The brown wind of Connacht.......... II, 79
The car, light moving, I behold......... I, 257
The cuckoo sings in the heart of winter...... I, 137
The day was declining............. II, 362
The dismal yew and cypress tall......... I, 394
The fountains drink caves subterrene....... I, 317
The Grand Road from the mountain goes shining to
the sea.................. I, 369
The Groves of Blarney............ II, 138
The harp that once through Tara's Halls...... II, 168
The hill blast comes howling........... I, 207
The host is riding from Knocknarea........ II, 528
The hour is past to fawn and crouch........ II, 412
The kindly words that rise within the heart .... II, 238
The Little Black Rose shall be red at last..... I, 232
The long, long wished-for hour has come...... I, 234
The lord of Dunkerron, O'Sullivan More...... I, 180
The Minstrel-Boy to the war has gone....... II, 171
The mother died when the child was born..... I, 53
The mother sent me on the Holy Quest...... II, 143
The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime...... I, 64
The night before Larry was stretched....... II, 406
The Pope he leads a happy life.......... II, 4
The red rose whispers of passion......... II, 231
The savage loves his native shore......... II, 247
The sea moans on the strand........... II, 438
The silent bird is hid in the boughs ........ I. 353
The stars are watching, the winds are playing ... II, 202
The summer brook flows in the bed........ I, 210
The summer days are darker now......... I, 165
The summer sun was sinking.......... I, 46
The sun on Ivera................ I. 95
The sunny South is glowing........... II, 245
The tears are ever in my wasted eye....... I, 195
The time I've lost in wooing........... II, 172 |
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