John Ireland - Goal and Wicket

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John Ireland - Youth's Spring Tribute
On this sweet bank your head thrice sweet and dear I lay, and spread your hair on either side And see the newborn woodflowers bashful-eyed Look through the golden tresses here and

John Ireland - Penumbra
I did not look upon her eyes (Though scarcely seen, with no surprise 'Mid many eyes a single look) Because they should not gaze rebuke At night, from stars in sky and brook

John Ireland - Spleen
Around were all the roses red The ivy all around was black Dear, so thou only move thine head Shall all mine old despairs awake! Too blue, too tender was the sky

John Ireland - Beckon to Me to Come
Beckon to me to come With handkerchief or hand Or finger mere or thumb; Let forecasts be but rough Parents more bleak than bland 'Twill be enough Maid mine

John Ireland - Weathers
This is the weather the cuckoo likes And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes And nestlings fly; And the little brown nightingale bills his best And they sit

John Ireland - Summer Schemes
When friendly summer calls again Calls again Her little fifers to these hills We'll go - we two - to that arched fane Of leafage where they prime their bills Before they

John Ireland - Her Song
I sang that song on Sunday To which an idle while I sang that song on Monday As fittest to beguile: I sang it as the year outwore And the new slid in; I thought not

John Ireland - In My Sage Moments
In my sage moments I can say Come not near But far in foreign regions stay So that here A mind may grow again serene and clear But the thought withers. Why should I

John Ireland - Great Things
Sweet cyder is a great thing A great thing to me Spinning down to Weymouth town By Ridgway thirstily And maid and mistress summoning Who tend the hostelry: O cyder is a

John Ireland - Love and Friendship
Love is like the wild rose-briar Friendship like the holly-tree - The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms' But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar