Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. Winter (continued)

   

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   I dream! I dream! away with dreams!
   I muse upon the past, and, oh!
   The soul that would its peace preserve
   Life's fav'rite dreams should never know;
   For who, of Passion's wayward sons,
   Can dream the past nor wildly long
   To live, enjoy, its heav'nly spheres
   Its music, mirth: its love and song?

   

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2. Spring

   

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   Herald of the summertime. When with rapture and with rhyme Swell the throats of youngsters gay Through the vales the live long day: When each baugh and bale and blade In the upland in the glade, Bursts with ecstasy to gaze On His works and mutely praise

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   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   Béarla

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

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   • John J. Walsh