"That rake up near the rafters " I, 474 The autumn wind sighs through the trees I, 468 II, 75 The braes they are aflame with whin II, 87 The brothers in love are united in death II, 92 The brown wind of Connacht II, 79 The car, light moving, I behold I, 257 The cuckoo sings in the heart of winter I, 137 The day was declining II, 362 The dismal yew and cypress tall I, 394 The fountains drink caves subterrene I, 317 The Grand Road from the mountain goes shining to ·I, 369 the sea II, 138 The Groves of Blarney The harp that once through Tara's Halls II, 168 The hill blast comes howling. I, 207 The host is riding from Knocknarea II, 528 The hour is past to fawn and crouch II, 412 The savage loves his native shore The Little Black Rose shall be red at last The kindly words that rise within the heart II, 238 The sea moans on the strand II, 438 The silent bird is hid in the boughs I, 353 The stars are watching, the winds are playing II, 202 The summer brook flows in the bed The white sails are filled. The wild bee reels from bough to bough The winter fleeteth like a dream The work that should to-day be wrought The young May moon is beaming, love Then Oberon spake the word of might . 570 The top o' the mornin' to you, Mick. The white and the orange, the blue and green, boys There is a green There's a dear little plant There our murdered brother lies There was a jolly miller once. There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet There are veils that lift, there are bars that fall There is a green hill far away island There is a way I am fain to go There is fire in the heart of the Nine Glens within There's a gray fog over Dublin. II, 80 There's a sweet sleep for my love " "There's no one on the long white road I, 4 I, 331 II, 47 II, 82 II, 270 Think, the ragged turf-boy urges They chained her fair young body. II, 477 This morning there were dazzling drifts' of daisies II, 520 II, 174 II, 290 Thou art, O God! the life and light Those evening bells! those evening bells II, 174 II, 175 Thou canst not boast of Fortune's store II, 312 Thou hast the golden glory of the day Thou golden sunshine in the peaceful day II, 354 II, 537 Thou know'st it not, love, when light looks are around I, 464 thee I, 36 Thou that hast a daughter To the Emerald Isle, where our kindred are dwelling, II, 264 WATHERS O' Moyle an' the white gulls flyin' II, 342 We are the music-makers II, 249 II, 181 I, 442 II, 525 I, 60 What rights the brave. When boyhood's fire was in my blood When April rains make flowers bloom. "What will you do, love, when I am going' When comes the day all hearts to weigh II, 220 When Erin first rose from the dark swelling flood When first I saw thee, Kate 1, 477 When first unto this town I came II, 376 When he who adores thee has left but the name II, 177 I, 388 When, like the early rose When lovely woman stoops to folly I, 368 When the breath of twilight blows to flame II, 286 Yon old house in moonlight sleeping II, 179 You cannot take me, ah, I will not go You all knew Tom Moody, the whipper-in, well You matchless nine, to my aid incline You lads that are funny, and call maids your honey II, 388 II, 383 You must be troubled, Asthore II, 449 You saucy south wind II, 522 You were always a dreamer II, 314 Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen bawn II, 15 Your face has not the bloom I gave . Your eyes have the twin stars' light, ma croidhe II, 379 I, 158 Your proud eyes give me their wearied splendor II, 497 I, 461 |