 Woe and pain, pain and woe, Are my lot, night and noon, To see your bright face clouded so, Like to the mournful moon. But yet will I rear your throne Again in golden sheen; 'Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone, My dark Rosaleenl My own Rosaleen! 'Tis...  Macmillan's Magazine - Side 121875Fuld visning - Om denne bog
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...love, my saint of saints, My dark Rosaleen! "Woe and pain, pain and woe Are my lot night and noon, To see your bright face clouded so Like to the mournful moon. But will I rear your throne Again in golden sheen; 'Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone, My dark Rosaleen!... | |
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