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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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WHENE'ER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES,
Whene'er I. see those smiling eyes,
All filled with hope ana joy and light, As if no cloud couid ever rise
To dim a heav'n so purely bright, I sigh to think how soon that brow
In grief may lose its ev'ry ray, And that light heart, so joyous now,
Almost forget it once was gay.
For time wlli come with all Its blights,
The ruin'd hope, the friend unkind, The love, that leayes wherever it lights
A chill'd or burning heart behind; "While youth, that now iike snow appears.
Ere sullied by the dark'ning rain, "When once 'tis touch'd by sorrow's tears,
Will never shine so bright again. |
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WHEN SUMMER COMES.
When summer comes, then you are near to me, I feei your phantom presence on my heart,
In ev'ry wind that dead year speaks again, And ev'ry scene springs up to take its part.
'Twas such a day, as sweet" a wind arose To kiss with perfum'd lips your blown hair;
With brow perplex'd and that odd smiie you had, I wondered what you thought of, standing there.
'Twas here I stooped to pluck a drooping flow'r You prayed so foolishly that you might keep;
And here you turn'd a moment's space so cold, I only laugh'd for fear that I should weep.
O phantom love! that haunts me restlessly, That from my passionate hands will ever fly,
Fate owes me this, I will pursue and hold, Or, finding you but a shadow, let me die. |
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SWEET KITTY MAGEE.
"With cheeks as bright as roses
And airy steps so light and free, 'Twas coming from the market
That first I met sweet Kitty Magee. Such curly hair of uut-brown hue,
Roguish eyes of sparkling blue, Glancing withal so laughingly,
Blythesome, charming Kitty-Magee.
Since then I've often told her
That she's my iove, and only she. But all I get Is laughter,
And saucy looks from Kitty Magee, And when the little hand I press,
It's "Now be good!" and "Let me be!" Then with a bound she springs away,
'Witching, smiling Kitty Magee.
I've land and sheep and cattle,—
I've wealth,—but all is nought to me Until I win my sweetheart,—
My laughing, blue-ey'd Kitty Magee. 'Twas yestereve she shyly said
She's still too young to wedded be; "Walt till the spring returns again,"
Blushingly whisper'd Kitty Magee. |
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