["*White houses clustered round a fragment of bastion*"]

["*The outline of Connemara was still sharp*"]

[*The Elder Turf-Boy*]

[*An August Afternoon*]

[*Rickeen*]

[*Ross Lake*]

["*The hovering horde vacillates no longer*"]

["*A voice fell like a falling star*"]

["*I wash meself every Sathurday morning*"]

["*It's all would be about it, she'd break the side car!*"]