Halloween "Cutie Pie" Vintage Postcards!
I thought these Halloween postcards were just "too cute" !
How can these precious trick or treaters look ghoulish
with those darling dimpled cheeks and sweet little smiles!!
IT'S GETTIN' REALLY SPOOKY OUT THERE!
******A special thanks and appreciation goes out to Carla Chadwich, owner of the web site "Vintage Holidays Crafts"! She has really worked hard to display her beautiful collection of vintage images to share with other artists! If you have not had a chance to visit her web site, please do so. Her amazing collection of clip art will fill you with nostalgia for those "Vintage Days " long gone! And don't forget to get her button to post on you sidebar so that others may get the opportunity to see for themselves the treasures that she most graciously shares! Thank you, Carla!
uNtiL tOmMoRoW!
The Poem "Dark Rosaleen"
O my Dark Rosaleen, Do no sigh, do not weep! The priests are on the ocean green, they march along the Deep. There's wine from the royal Pope upon the ocean green; and Spanish ale shall give you hope, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope, Shall give you health, and help, and hope, My Dark Rosaleen.
Over hills and through dales have I roamed for your sake; all yesterday I sailed with sails on river and on lake. The Erne at its highest flood I dashed across unseen, For there was lightning in my blood, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! Oh! there was lightning in my blood, Red lightning lightened through my blood,
My Dark Rosaleen!
All day long in unrest to and fro do I move, The very soul within my breast Is wasted for you,love! The heart in my bosom faints to think of you, my Queen, My life of life, my saint of saints, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! To hear your sweet and sad complaints, My life, my love, my saint of saints,
My Dark Rosaleen!
Woe and pain, pain and woe, are my lot night and noon, To see your bright face clouded so, like to the mournful moon. But yet will I rear your throne again in golden sheen;'Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! 'Tis you shall have the golden throne,'Tis you shall reign, and reign alone, My Dark Rosaleen!
Over dews, over sands will I fly for your weal; your holy delicate white hands shall girdle me with steel. At home in your emerald bowers,from morning's dawn till e'en, you'll pray for me, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! You'll think of me through Daylight's hours, My virgin flower, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen!
I could scale the blue air, I could plough the high hills, Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer, to heal your many ills! And one beamy smile for you would float like light between my toils and me, my own, my true, My Dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! Would give me life and soul anew, A second life, a soul anew,
My Dark Rosaleen!
O! the Erne shall run red with redundance of blood, The earth shall rock beneath our tread, and flames wrap hill and wood, and gun-peal, a slogan cry, wake many a glen serene, ere you shall fade, ere you shall die, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! The Judgment Hour must first be nigh,ere you can fade, ere you can die, My Dark Rosaleen!
Thanks so much for your kind and generous words, Kim! I'm so glad you enjoy the images. :-)
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