O men from the fields,
Come gently within.
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My young love said to me: My mother won't mind,
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind.
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A gaunt built woman and her son-in-law—
A broad-faced fellow, with such flesh as shows
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To Meath of the pastures,
From wet hills by the sea,
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Sunset and silence! A man: around him earth savage, earth broken;
Beside him two horses -- a plough!
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First Old Man
HE threw his crutched stick down: there came
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An age being mathematical, these flowers
Of linear stalks and spheroid blooms were prized
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Two little creatures
with faces the size of
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"BELOW there are white-faced throngs,
Their march is a tide coming Higher;
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"I KNOW where I'd get
An ass that would do,
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"Lost," "lost," the beeves and the bullocks,
The cattle men sell and buy,
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"THE blackbird's in the briar,
The seagull's on the ground-
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"TO-NIGHT," you said, "to-night, all Ireland round
The curlews call." The dinner-talk went on,
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'Tis long since, long since, since I heard
A tin-whistle played,
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A HUNDRED men think I am theirs when with them I
drink ale,
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A MOUNTAIN SPINNING SONG
(A Young Girl sings it)
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A story that has for its background Saint Patrick's Purgatory.
Characters:
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ABOVE me stand, worn from their ancient use,
The King's, the Bishop's, and the Warrior's house,
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ALOOF from his tribe
On the elm-tree's top,
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AND that was when the chevaldour
Through the whole of night
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ARCH-SCHOLAR they'll call you,
Kuno Mayer,
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As I went down through Dublin city
At the hour of twelve of the night,
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AUTUMN
A GOOD stay-at-home season is Autumn: then there's
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BUT, Snake, you must not come where we abide,
For you would tempt us; we should hear you say:
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CAN it be that never more
Men will grow on Islands?
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ERE Beowulf's song
Was heard from the ships,
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FIRST GIRL
MALLO lero iss im bo nero!
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FOR the poor body that I own
I could weep many a tear:
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FOUL-FEATHERED and scald-necked,
They sit in evil state;
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FROM THE IRISH
I’d bring you these for dowry
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