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Page 7 - Kathleen Mavourneen, awake from thy slumbers! The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light; Ah, where is the spell that once hung on my numbers? Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night! Mavourneen, Mavourneen, my sad tears are falling, To think that from Erin and thee I must part!
Page 13 - Her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot: An emerald stone in every golden clasp; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, — The overflowings of an innocent heart, — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody.
Page 6 - Ah, where is the spell that once hung on my numbers? Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night ! Mavourneen, Mavourneen, my sad tears are falling, To think that from Erin and thee I must part ! It may be for years, and it may be forever ! Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
Page 225 - I and my love wont to gae ! 1 leaned my back unto an aik ; I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bowed, and syne it brak...
Page 67 - Good-night, good-night ! parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say — good-night, till it be morrow.