Patrick MacDonogh quotes

To-night she will spread her brown hair on his pillow, But I shall be hearing the harsh cries of wild fowl. (Patrick MacDonogh)
God pity me now and all desolate sinners Demented with beauty! View quote
Patrick MacDonogh
O, she walked unaware of her own increasing beauty That was holding men's thoughts from market or plough. View quote
Patrick MacDonogh