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An Angel in the House

by Leigh Hunt

0.1846 + 0.6916i

Drawing the boundary…

Cean Dubh Deelish

by Sir Samuel Ferguson

0.2441 + 0.6967i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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An Angel in the House

by Leigh Hunt

How sweet it were, if without feeble fright, 
Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight,
An angel came to us, and we could bear 
To see him issue from the silent air 
At evening in our room, and bend on ours 
His divine eyes, and bring us from his bowers 
News of dear friends, and children who have never 
Been dead indeed, — as we shall know for ever. 
Alas! we think not what we daily see 
About our hearths, — angels, that are to be. 
Or may be if they will, and we prepare 
Their souls and ours to meet in happy air; — 
A child, a friend, a wife whose soft heart sings 
In unison with ours, breeding its future wings.

Cean Dubh Deelish

by Sir Samuel Ferguson

Put your head, darling, darling, darling,
Your darling black head my heart above;
Oh, mouth of honey, with the thyme for fragrance,
Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love?
Oh, many and many a young girl for me is pining,
Letting her locks of gold to the cold wind free,
For me, the foremost of our gay young fellows;
But I'd leave a hundred, pure love, for thee!
Then put your head, darling, darling, darling,
Your darling black head my heart above;
Oh, mouth of honey, with the thyme for fragrance,
Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love?

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