The Oxford Book of Irish Verse: XVIIth Century-XXth CenturyDonagh MacDonagh, Lennox Robinson Clarendon Press, 1958 - 343 страници |
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... grass once again to be bound to the Lord ; I can see , through a face that has faded , the face full of rest Of the earth , of the mother , my heart with her heart in accord , As I lie ' mid the cool green tresses that mantle her breast ...
... grass once again to be bound to the Lord ; I can see , through a face that has faded , the face full of rest Of the earth , of the mother , my heart with her heart in accord , As I lie ' mid the cool green tresses that mantle her breast ...
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... grass - raising lord , Whose saint is the Joker , whose hope is the Past- What victuals for bards could that lad afford ? O , none ! So off went his dust from our boots , But his dust that day was of buttercup gold From a slope , with a ...
... grass - raising lord , Whose saint is the Joker , whose hope is the Past- What victuals for bards could that lad afford ? O , none ! So off went his dust from our boots , But his dust that day was of buttercup gold From a slope , with a ...
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... grass , What are they thinking , the sheep on the hills , Bobbing and bending to nibble the grass , Kissing the crisp green coat of the combes ? What are they thinking , lying contented With vacant regard in long rumination ? Do they ...
... grass , What are they thinking , the sheep on the hills , Bobbing and bending to nibble the grass , Kissing the crisp green coat of the combes ? What are they thinking , lying contented With vacant regard in long rumination ? Do they ...
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