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" 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 fond Rosaleen! "
Every Woman's Encyclopaedia - Page 5432
1912 - 5856 pages
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Macmillan's Magazine, Volume 31

1875 - 582 pages
...rear your throne Again in 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...
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The Afternoon Lectures on English Literature Delivered in Dublin in May and ...

1863 - 276 pages
...flower of flowers, My dark Rofaleen ! I could fcale 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 fmile from you Would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true, My...
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Poems

James Clarence Mangan - English poetry - 1866 - 472 pages
...You'll think of me through 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 night in prayer, To heal your many ills ! And one beamy smile from you Would...
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Gentleman's Magazine and Historical Review, Volume 280

Early English newspapers - 1896 - 724 pages
...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...
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Castle Daly, Volume 2

Annie Keary - 1875 - 356 pages
...reign alone, My dark Rosaleeu. " ' I could scale the hlue air, I could plough the high hills ; Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer To heal your many ills. The heart in niy bosom faints To think of you, my queen, My life of life, my saint of saints, My dark...
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Poems of Places: Ireland

Poetry of places - 1876 - 284 pages
...'11 think of me through daylight's hours, My virgin flower, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen! I could scale the blue air, I could plough the high...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...
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The cabinet of Irish literature, with biogr. sketches and literary notices ...

Charles Anderton Read - 1880 - 390 pages
...flower of flowers, My dark Rosaleen ! I could scale the blue air, 1 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,...
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The Poets and Poetry of Ireland: With Historical and Critical Essays and Notes

Alfred Mason Williams - English poetry - 1881 - 472 pages
...'ll think of me through 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 night in prayer, To heal your many ills ! And one beamy smile from you Would...
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The Poets and Poetry of Ireland: With Historical and Critical Essays and Notes

Alfred Mason Williams - English poetry - 1881 - 470 pages
...flower of flowers, 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 ! And one beamy smile from you Would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true, My...
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Poems of Ireland. To which is added 'Lover's Metrical tales'.

Samuel Lover - 1884 - 458 pages
...fond Rosaleen ! You'll think of me through daylight's hours, My virgin flower, my flower of flowers 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...
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