 I could scale the blue air, I could plough the high hills, Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer, To heal your many ills! And one beamy smile from you Would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true, My dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen!  The American Whig Review - Side 1751850Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1896 - 854 sider
...while a shadow seemed to move along the building, and slip out at the door. Ahearne played on: — Oh! I could kneel all night in prayer To heal your many ills! and so on. with a repressed intensity which any one hearing him might well have been excused for supposing... | |
 | Irish ballads - 1846 - 260 sider
...flower of flowers, My Bark Rosaleen ! I could scale the blue air, I could plough the high hills, Oil, I could kneel all night in prayer, To heal your many ills 1 And one beamy smile from you Would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true, My... | |
 | 1894 - 668 sider
...James Clarence Mangan's 'Dark Roealeen,' a translation of which the last verse but one ends thus :— And one beamy smile from you Would float like light between My toil« and me, my own, my true, My Dark Roealeen ! My fond Rosaleen t Would give me life and soul anew,... | |
 | 1853 - 774 sider
...daylight's My virgin flower, my flower of flowers, My dork Kosaleen 1 " I could scale the blue air, I coidd plough the high hills, Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer To heal your many ills ! 'm And one beamy smile from yon Would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true,... | |
 | 1853 - 442 sider
...flowers, My Dark Roealeen! l could scale the hlue air, l could plough the high hills, Oh , I conld kneel all night in prayer, To heal your many ills! And one beamy smile l'rom you Would I1.IH like light between My toils and me, my own, my trae, My Dark Rosaloen ! My fond... | |
 | James Clarence Mangan - 1859 - 478 sider
...Daylight's hours, My virgin flower, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen! I could scale the blue air, I could plough the high hills, Oh, I could kneel all...me life and soul anew, A second life, a soul anew, O ! the Erne shall run red With redundance of blood, The earth shall rock beneath our tread, And flames... | |
 | James Clarence Mangan - 1859 - 474 sider
...Daylight's hours, My virgin flower, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen ! I could scale the blue air, I could plough the high hills, Oh, I could kneel all...me life and soul anew, A second life, a soul anew, O ! the Erne shall run red With redundance of Wood, The earth shall rock beneath our tread, And flames... | |
 | 1875 - 582 sider
...golden sheen ; Tis you shall reign, and reign alone, My dark Rosaleen. " ' I could scale the blue air, I could plough the high hills ; Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer To heal your many ills. The heart m my bosom faints To think of you, my queen, My life of life, my saint of samts, My dark... | |
 | 1875 - 734 sider
...sheen ; 'Tis you shall reign, and reign alone, My dark Rosaleen. " ' I could scale the blue air, I could plough the high hills ; Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer To heal your many ilk. The heart in my bosom faints To think of you, my queenj My life of life, my saint of saints, My... | |
 | 1863 - 276 sider
...daylight's hours, My virgin flower, my flower of flowers, My dark Rofaleen ! I could fcale the blue air, I could plough the high hills, Oh ! I could kneel all...in prayer, To heal your many ills ! And one beamy fmile from you Would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true, My dark Rofaleen !... | |
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