‘Oh! Moya’s wise and beautiful, has wealth in plenteous store, nike air max classic
And fortune fine in calves and kine, and lovers half a score;
Her faintest smile would saints beguile, or sinners captivate,
Oh! I think a dale of Moya, but I’ll surely marry Kate.
. . . . .
‘Now to let you know the raison why I cannot have my way,
Nor bid my heart decide the part the lover must obey–
The calves and kine of Kate are nine, while Moya owns but eight,
So with all my love for Moya I’m compelled to marry Kate!’
I gave Moya a lace neckerchief the other day, and she was rarely pleased, running into the cabin with it and showing it to her mother with great pride. After we had walked a bit down the boreen nike air max sale she excused herself for an instant, and, returning to my side, explained that sh nike air max 90 sale e had gone back to ask her mother to mind the kerchief, and not let the ‘cow knock it’!
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Chapter 14 Mrs. Mullarkey’s Iligant Locks
‘Where spreads the beautiful water to gay or cloudy skies,
And the purple peaks of Killarney from ancient woods arise.’
Mrs. Mullarkey cannot spoil this paradise for us. When I wake in t cheap nike air max he morning, the fuchsia-tree outside my window is such a glorious mass of colour that it dist Cheap Nike TN racts my eyes from the unwashed glass. The air is still; the mountains in the far distance are clear purple; everything is fresh washed and purified for the new day. Francesca and I leave the house sleeping, and make our way to the bogs. We love to sit under a blossoming sloe-bush and see the silver pools glistening here and there in cheap nike air max trainers the turf cuttings, and watch the transparent vapour rising from the red-brown of the purple-shadowed bog fields. Dinnis Rooney, half awake, leisurely, silent, is moving among the stacks with his creel. How the missel thrushes sing in the woods, and the plaintive note of the curlew gives the last touch of mysterious tenderness to the scene. There is a moist, rich fragrance of meadowsweet and bog myrtle in the air; and how fresh and wild and verdant it is!
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For ’tis thick wid the tussocks of heather, an’ blossoms and herbs that smell sweet
If ye tread thim; an’ maybe the white o’ the bog-cotton waves in the win’,
Like the wool ye might shear off a night-moth, an’ set an ould fairy to spin;
Or wee frauns, each wan stuck ‘twixt two leaves on a gr nike air max and little stem of its own,
Lettin’ on ’twas a plum on a tree.’ [*]
* Jane Barlow.
As for Lough Lein itself, who could speak its loveliness, lying like a crystal mirror beneath the black Reeks of the McGillicuddy, where, in the mountain fastnesses, lie spell-bound the sleeping warriors who, with their bridles and broadswords in hand, await but the word to give Erin her own! When we glide along the surface of the lakes, on some bright day after a heavy rain; when we look down through the clear water on tiny submerged islets, with their grasses and drowned daisies glancing up at us from the blue; when we moor the boat and climb the hi nike air max 95 llsides, we are dazzled by the luxuriant beauty of it all. It hardly seems real–it is too green, too perfect, to be believed; and one thinks of some fairy drop-scene, painted by cunning-fi nike air max 90 ngered elves and sprites, who might have a wee folk’s way of mixing roses and rainbows, dew-drenched greens and sun-warmed yellows; showing the picture to you first all burnished, glittering and radiant, then ‘veiled in mist and diamonded with showers.’ We climb, climb, up, up, into the heart of the leafy loveliness; peering down into dewy dingles, stopping now and again to watch one of the countless streams as it tinkles and gurgles down an emerald ravine to join the lakes. The way is strewn with lichens and mosses; rich green hollies and arbutus surround us on every side; the ivy hangs in sweet disorder from the rocks; and when we reach the innermost recess of the glen we can find moist green jungles of ferns and bracken, a very bending, curling forest of fronds:–
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