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��LORD TENNYSON

719 O that 'twere possible

THAT 'twere possible

After Jong grief and pain To find the arms of my true love Round me once again! . ..

A shadow flits before me,

Not thou, but like to thec.

Ah, Christ' that it were possible

For one short hour to see

The souls we loved, that they might tell us

What and where they be'

SIR SAMUEL FERGUSON

720 Cashel of Munster

FROM THE IRISH

I'D wed you without herds, without money or rich array, And I'd wed you on a dewy morn at day-dawn gray, My bitter woe it is, love, that we are not far away In Cashel town, tho' the bare deal board were our marriage- bed this day'

O fair maid, remember the green hill-side, Remember how I hunted about the valleys wide, Time now has worn me; my locks are turn'd to gray, The year is scarce and I am poor but send me not, love, away'

O deem not my blood is of base strain, my girl; O think not my birth was as the birth of a churl; Marry me and prove me, and say soon you will That noble blood is written on my right side still.

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