Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Volumen4W. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 páginas |
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... Dark Rosaleen MY Dark Rosaleen , Do not sigh , do not weep ! The priests are on the ocean green , They march along the deep . There's wine from the royal Pope , Upon the ocean green ; And Spanish ale shall give you hope , My Dark ...
... Dark Rosaleen MY Dark Rosaleen , Do not sigh , do not weep ! The priests are on the ocean green , They march along the deep . There's wine from the royal Pope , Upon the ocean green ; And Spanish ale shall give you hope , My Dark ...
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My Dark Rosaleen ! My own Rosaleen ! O , there was lightning in my blood , Red lightning lightened through my blood , My Dark Rosaleen ! All day long , in unrest , To and fro , do I move . The very soul within my breast Is wasted for ...
My Dark Rosaleen ! My own Rosaleen ! O , there was lightning in my blood , Red lightning lightened through my blood , My Dark Rosaleen ! All day long , in unrest , To and fro , do I move . The very soul within my breast Is wasted for ...
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... Dark Rosaleen ! My fond Rosaleen ! Would give me life and soul anew , A second life , a soul anew , My Dark Rosaleen ! O , the Erne shall run red , With redundance of blood , The earth shall rock beneath our tread , And flames wrap hill ...
... Dark Rosaleen ! My fond Rosaleen ! Would give me life and soul anew , A second life , a soul anew , My Dark Rosaleen ! O , the Erne shall run red , With redundance of blood , The earth shall rock beneath our tread , And flames wrap hill ...
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