Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

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Love is cruel, love is sweet,--
      Cruel, sweet.
Lovers sigh till lovers meet,
      Sigh and meet--
Sigh and meet, and sigh again--
Cruel sweet!  O sweetest pain!

Love is blind -- but love is sly,
      Blind and sly.
Thoughts are bold, but words are shy
      Bold and shy--
Bold and shy, and bold again--
Sweet is boldness,-- shyness pain.

1. Of the Man of My First Play
2. The Philistine
3. The Stars Stand up in the Air
4. To a Wise Man
5. Dublin Tramcars

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