Whose is the gold that glitters in the mine? Widow Machree, it's no wonder you frown, Within the sober realm of leafless trees, With irresolute finger he knocked at each one, With the same letter heaven and home begin, Woods, waters, have a charm to soothe the ear, Years, years ago, ere yet my dreams, Ye banks, and braes, and streams around, Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you, 'tis true, Ye Mariners of England! . Yes, faith is a goodly anchor; Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; Yes, social friend, I love thee well, Yes, 'twill be over soon,-. Yes, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Yet of his little he had some to spare, Yet once more, griever at Neglect, "Yet, onward still!" the spirit cries within, Yet, though thou fade, Ye've gathered to your place of prayer,. Yon car of fire, though veiled by day, Yon woodland, like a human mind, You are old, Father William, the young man cried, You may drink to your leman in gold, Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn, Your poem must eternal be, You think you love me, Marguerite, Youth, Wou art fled, but where are all the charms, ALL BOOKS MAY BE RECALLED AFTER 7 DAYS Renewals and Recharges may be made 4 days prior to the due date. DUE AS STAMPED BELOW RECEIVED NOV 06 1996 CIRCULATION DEPT FORM NO. DD6 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, BERKELEY BERKELEY, CA 94720 |