Patrick MacDonogh Quotes
Patrick MacDonogh shares poetic, bittersweet verses that weave beauty and suffering into vivid nature scenes.
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O, she walked unaware of her own increasing beauty That was holding men's thoughts from market or plough,
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God pity me now and all desolate sinners Demented with beauty!
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To-night she will spread her brown hair on his pillow, But I shall be hearing the harsh cries of wild fowl.