Irish, Welsh, Scottish Poems Showreel
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Irish (General) Scottish (General) WelshTranscript
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in the Forest by Madison Julius Cowan, narrated by J. D. Kelly. One well might deem among these miles of woods, such were the forests of the Holy Grail. Bruce Lind and Dean were clothed in mail, the Knights of Arthur Road and all the broods of legend lad on DH, where no sound in fruits upon the ear except the glimmering whale off some far bird. Or in some flowery Swail, a brook that murmurs to the solitude Sze might think. He hears the laugh of Vivian Blunt with the mone off Merlin muttering bound by his own magic toe, one stoney spot and in the cloud that looms above the Glen, in which the sun burns like the table round might dream. He sees the towers of Camelot, the hunters even song by your hand. Wolfgang von Goethe, the plane with still and wondering feet on gun full charged, I threat on DH hovering. See that in the image. Sweet dine image, dear, Go ahead in gentle silence. Thou dust fare through field and Vali dear, but doth my fleeting image near tooth I minds. I appear his image, who by grief oppressed, roams through the world, follow on and wonders on from East West because from the he's tor NW when I would think of none but thee, my eyes, the moon survey a calm repose, then steals or me. But how too hard to say by twilight? Bye, Algernon. Charles Swinburne. If we dream that desire of the distance above us should be fettered by fear of the shadows that seem if we wake to be not but to hate or to love us if we dream night sinks on the soul and the stars as they gleam, speak menace or morning with tongues to reprove us that we deemed of them better than terror may deem. But if hope may not lure us if fear may not move us, thought lightens the darkness wherein the supreme pure presence of death shall assure us and prove us if we dream