And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and willful as a bird's heart?

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

I will not say nothing. I will defend my church and my religion when it is insulted and spit on.

Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub.

I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom.