It was a fragrant tender flower that in the snowy bosom lay Of me fair maid whose charms have power To wile a cynic's heart away And envied I that blossom gay Its pillow on sweet Mary's breast Where evermore I'd lain delay And be beloved, remembered best.
Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha. Stair |
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On a sandy beach I lay at rest And watched the bounding sea With its scattered sails and billows dressed In white foam leaping free.T'was a sublime scene, a vision rare Just sweeter wert thou nigh With thy Autumn wealth of wind-tossed hair And sparkling azure eye
Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha. Stair |
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