God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
I have nothing more to give you than my heart. Spanish saying Hearts are not to be had as a gift hearts are to be earned.
Everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.
Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.
And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.
Was it for this the wild geese spread The gray wing upon every tide; For this that all that blood was shed, For this. Edward Fitzgerald died, And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone, All that delirium of the brave? Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.