Oh, How Hard It Is

On The Green Banks Of Shannon, When Sheelah Was Nigh, No Blithe Irish Lad Was So Happy As I, No Harp Like My Own Could So Cheerily Play, And Wherever I Went Was My Poor Dog Tray.

Triumphal Arch, That Fill'st The Sky When Storms Prepare To Part, I Ask Not Proud Philosophy To Teach Me What Thou Art.

Without The Smile From Partial Beauty Won, O What Were Man? - A World Without A Sun.

One Moment May With Bliss Repay Unnumbered Hours Of Pain.

How Delicious Is The Winning Of A Kiss At Love's Beginning, When Two Mutual Hearts Are Sighing For The Knot There's No Untying!