This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 Excerpt: ...O, Where that castle old is seen, Bonnie Lassie, O, We will sit and chat awhile By that ivy-mantled pile, Relic of our ancient Isle, Bonnie Lassie, O. When we view the crumbling wall, Bonnie Lassie, O, We will weep poor Erin's tail, Bonnie Lassie, O, And with fervour we will pray That, in freedom's bright array, She ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 Excerpt: ...O, Where that castle old is seen, Bonnie Lassie, O, We will sit and chat awhile By that ivy-mantled pile, Relic of our ancient Isle, Bonnie Lassie, O. When we view the crumbling wall, Bonnie Lassie, O, We will weep poor Erin's tail, Bonnie Lassie, O, And with fervour we will pray That, in freedom's bright array, She will rise again someday, Bonnie Lassie, O. Then away to Woodford grove, Bonnie Lassie, O, And we'll there in pleasure rove, Bonnie Lassie, O, Till the summer sun goes down O'er each hill and moorland brown, All around Listowel town, Bonnie Lassie, O. MUSING BY THE FEALE. Mothought, as I reclining lay, One summer evening calm, Beside the Feale, in sweet repose, Beneath a shady palm, A nymph-like form, arrayed in white, Came down the flowery dell, And as I gazed methought I knew That beauteous form righ; well. She strayed along the verdant bank, With looks full deep in thought, And eyes bent on the meadow grass. As if some flowers she sought; And as she glided slowly on, She now and then would stand To pluck some choice selected flower With her fair, tiny hand. What strange delight came o'er me soon When, with a heavenly smile, I saw her turn her steps towards me, And for a little while She paused before me on the bank, And when our glances met, She kindly greeted me in words I never can forget. 'Here, dearest, take these love emblems--These flowers of every hue, Whioh once I loved to gather here In sunny hours with you; And in fond memory of those hours Now gone and passed away, I've culled those wild but fragrant flowers, And brought you them to-day. 'I've plucked them from their verdant bed On mother nature's breast, Where blooming sweet from morn till night Their tiny heads did rest. Oh! see the're blooming, fresh and bright, And smiling fair ...
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Add this copy of The Lays of North Kerry and Other Poems and Sketches to cart. $54.95, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2016 by Palala Press.
