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Division
Give Norah Shane, poor soul, who begs her bread,
The penny that she asks,
To bring down showers of blessing on your head
A nimble tongue she tasks;
‘Long may ye live, and happy may ye die,’
Oft and again I have heard her prayer framed so:
She called it after us when he and I
Fared by a week ago ...
The penny that she asks,
To bring down showers of blessing on your head
A nimble tongue she tasks;
‘Long may ye live, and happy may ye die,’
Oft and again I have heard her prayer framed so:
She called it after us when he and I
Fared by a week ago ...
Far lances flash, a bugle's shrill command,
In saddle all his troop;
To let him mount, his mare will hardly stand,
Full gallop off they swoop;
The fretting hooves throb free; he'd think so well
Fay never went; they ne'er at fence did ride
In such a glorious run. Down crashed the shell—
No fear! he happy died.
In saddle all his troop;
To let him mount, his mare will hardly stand,
Full gallop off they swoop;
The fretting hooves throb free; he'd think so well
Fay never went; they ne'er at fence did ride
In such a glorious run. Down crashed the shell—
No fear! he happy died.
That both should see a whole good wish come true
Was more than Fate could grant.
If Norah's boon thus halved between us two,
One share of joy be scant,
Accept I yet the dole I would fain forego;
Since fair his lot, mine own must needs forgive;
Yea learn alone while days—while hours—creep slow,
How years are long to live.
Was more than Fate could grant.
If Norah's boon thus halved between us two,
One share of joy be scant,
Accept I yet the dole I would fain forego;
Since fair his lot, mine own must needs forgive;
Yea learn alone while days—while hours—creep slow,
How years are long to live.
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