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   GEOFFREY KEATING 

 O woman full of wiliness! Although for love of me you pine, Withhold your hand adventurous, It holdeth nothing holding mine. 

 Look on my head, how it is grey! My body's weakness doth appear; My blood is chill and thin; my day Is done, and there is nothing here. 

 Do not call me a foolish man, Nor lean your lovely cheek to mine O slender witch, our bodies can Not mingle now, nor any time. 

 So take your mouth from mine, your hand From mine, ah, take your lips away! Lest heat to will should ripen, and All this be grave that had been gay. 

 It is this curl, a silken nest, And this grey eye bright as the dew, And this round, lovely, snow-white breast That draws desire in search of you. 

 I would do all for you, meseems, But this, tho' this were happiness! I shall not mingle in your dreams, O woman full of wiliness! 

 

 

 MARY HYNES 

 She is the sky of the sun, She is the dart Of love, She is the love of my heart, She is a rune, She is above The women of the race of Eve As the sun is above the moon. 

 Lovely and airy the view from the hill That looks down Ballylea; But no good sight is good until By great good luck you see The Blossom of the Branches walking towards you Airily. 

 

 

 THE COOLUN 

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