Charles Welsh:The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs and Lyrics Volume 2
- new book ISBN: 9781154998146
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 illustra… More...
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. 1907 edition. Excerpt: ...Cean duv deelish, I cry to thee Beyond the world, beneath the sea, Thou being dead. Where hast thou hidden from the beat Of crushing hoofs and tearing feet ''Thy dear black head? Cean duv deelish, ''tis hard to pray With breaking heart from day to day, And no reply; When the passionate challenge of sky is cast In the teeth of the sea and an angry blast Goes by. God bless the woman, whoever she be, From the tossing waves will recover thee And lashing wind. Who will take thee out of the wind and storm, Dry thy wet face on her bosom warm And lips so kind? I not to know! It is hard to pray, But I shall for this woman from day to day. Comfort my dead, The sport of the winds and the play of the sea. I loved thee too well for this thing to be, O dear black head! THE ONE FORGOTTEN ASPIRIT speeding down on All Souls Eve1 From the wide gates of that mysterious shore Where sleep the dead, sung softly and yet sweet. So gay a wind was never heard before, The old man said, and listened by the fire; And, ''Tis the souls that pass us 011 their way, The young maids whispered, clinging side by side--So left their glowing nuts awhile to pray. Still the pale spirit, singing through the night, Came to this window, looking from the dark Into the room; then passing to the door Where crouched the whining dog, afraid to bark, Tapped gently without answer, pressed the latch, Pushed softly open, and then tapped once more. The maidens cried, when seeking for the ring, How strange a wind is blowing on the door! And said the old man, crouching to the fire. Draw close your chairs, for colder falls the night; Push fast the door, and pull the curtains to, For it is dreary in the moon''s pale light. And then his daughter''s... Charles Welsh, Books, History, The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs and Lyrics Volume 2 Books>History, General Books LLC<
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Charles Welsh:The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs and Lyrics Volume 2
- Paperback ISBN: 9781154998146
RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 128 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.3in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Pur… More...
RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 128 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.3in.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. 1907 edition. Excerpt: . . . Cean duv deelish, I cry to thee Beyond the world, beneath the sea, Thou being dead. Where hast thou hidden from the beat Of crushing hoofs and tearing feet Thy dear black head Cean duv deelish, tis hard to pray With breaking heart from day to day, And no reply; When the passionate challenge of sky is cast In the teeth of the sea and an angry blast Goes by. God bless the woman, whoever she be, From the tossing waves will recover thee And lashing wind. Who will take thee out of the wind and storm, Dry thy wet face on her bosom warm And lips so kind I not to know! It is hard to pray, But I shall for this woman from day to day. Comfort my dead, The sport of the winds and the play of the sea. I loved thee too well for this thing to be, O dear black head! THE ONE FORGOTTEN ASPIRIT speeding down on All Souls Eve1 From the wide gates of that mysterious shore Where sleep the dead, sung softly and yet sweet. So gay a wind was never heard before, The old man said, and listened by the fire; And, Tis the souls that pass us 011 their way, The young maids whispered, clinging side by side--So left their glowing nuts awhile to pray. Still the pale spirit, singing through the night, Came to this window, looking from the dark Into the room; then passing to the door Where crouched the whining dog, afraid to bark, Tapped gently without answer, pressed the latch, Pushed softly open, and then tapped once more. The maidens cried, when seeking for the ring, How strange a wind is blowing on the door! And said the old man, crouching to the fire. Draw close your chairs, for colder falls the night; Push fast the door, and pull the curtains to, For it is dreary in the moons pale light. And then his daughters. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub<
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Charles Welsh:The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs and Lyrics Volume 2
- new book ISBN: 9781154998146
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 illustra… More...
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. 1907 edition. Excerpt: ...Cean duv deelish, I cry to thee Beyond the world, beneath the sea, Thou being dead. Where hast thou hidden from the beat Of crushing hoofs and tearing feet ''Thy dear black head? Cean duv deelish, ''tis hard to pray With breaking heart from day to day, And no reply; When the passionate challenge of sky is cast In the teeth of the sea and an angry blast Goes by. God bless the woman, whoever she be, From the tossing waves will recover thee And lashing wind. Who will take thee out of the wind and storm, Dry thy wet face on her bosom warm And lips so kind? I not to know! It is hard to pray, But I shall for this woman from day to day. Comfort my dead, The sport of the winds and the play of the sea. I loved thee too well for this thing to be, O dear black head! THE ONE FORGOTTEN ASPIRIT speeding down on All Souls Eve1 From the wide gates of that mysterious shore Where sleep the dead, sung softly and yet sweet. So gay a wind was never heard before, The old man said, and listened by the fire; And, ''Tis the souls that pass us 011 their way, The young maids whispered, clinging side by side--So left their glowing nuts awhile to pray. Still the pale spirit, singing through the night, Came to this window, looking from the dark Into the room; then passing to the door Where crouched the whining dog, afraid to bark, Tapped gently without answer, pressed the latch, Pushed softly open, and then tapped once more. The maidens cried, when seeking for the ring, How strange a wind is blowing on the door! And said the old man, crouching to the fire. Draw close your chairs, for colder falls the night; Push fast the door, and pull the curtains to, For it is dreary in the moon''s pale light. And then his daughter''s... Charles Welsh, Books, History, The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs and Lyrics Volume 2 Books>History <
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