Pilgrim in Italy de O'Byrne, Cathal

Chicago: The Ard-Ree Press. Black boards, front corners rounded on the front board, rubbed at the t/b of the spine, clean pages, strong hinges, frontispiece, previous owner's name on the fep. Nice solid reading copy. . G-. Hardcover. 1928.

New York: P. J. Kenedy & Sons, c1935. Hardcover. Ex-library, Good condition. 151p.

Chicago: The Ard-Ree Press. Good with no dust jacket. 1928. Hardcover. Front inner hinge very weak. Covers have slight wear to the outer corners and spine ends. ; Inscribed by the author on the fly leaf, signed "from the author." (no name) .

P. J. Kenedy & Sons. Good+ with no dust jacket; Light corner bumping.. 1935. Hardcover. Has Nihil Obstat and Imprimatur; 8vo; 151 pages .

Ireland 2244 O'Byrne, Cathal. From far green hills; to which is added: The legend of the tree of life by the same author. Dublin: Browne and Nolan, Ltd., [1935?], 140p. Date from dedicatory page. Cover dull and worn, paper label on spine partly missing, intermittent foxing, decent else. $17.50

MP3 Audio CD. A Silent Mouth (in Short Poetry Collection 053 ) O LITTLE green leaf on the bough, you hear the lark in morn, You hear the grey feet of the wind stir in the shimmering corn, You hear, low down in the grass, The Singing Sidhe as they pass, Do you ever hear, O little green flame, My loved one calling, whispering my name? O little green leaf on the bough, like my lips you must ever be dumb, For a maiden may never speak until love to her heart says “Come.” A mouth in its silence is sweet But my heart cries loud when we meet, And I turn my head with a bitter sigh When the boy who has stolen my love, unheeding, goes by. I have made my heart as the stones in the street for his tread, I have made my love as the shadow that falls from his dear gold head, But the stones with his footsteps ring, And the shadow keeps following, And just as the quiet shadow goes ever beside or before, So must I go silent and lonely and loveless for evermore.

MP3 Audio CD. A Silent Mouth (in Short Poetry Collection 053 ) O LITTLE green leaf on the bough, you hear the lark in morn, You hear the grey feet of the wind stir in the shimmering corn, You hear, low down in the grass, The Singing Sidhe as they pass, Do you ever hear, O little green flame, My loved one calling, whispering my name? O little green leaf on the bough, like my lips you must ever be dumb, For a maiden may never speak until love to her heart says “Come.” A mouth in its silence is sweet But my heart cries loud when we meet, And I turn my head with a bitter sigh When the boy who has stolen my love, unheeding, goes by. I have made my heart as the stones in the street for his tread, I have made my love as the shadow that falls from his dear gold head, But the stones with his footsteps ring, And the shadow keeps following, And just as the quiet shadow goes ever beside or before, So must I go silent and lonely and loveless for evermore.

Nabu Press, 2012-04-10. Paperback. Good.

NY:: P. J. Kenedy & Sons,. Near Fine in Very Good dust jacket. 1935. Hardcover. First edition. Previous owner's name and date on front free endpaper, else near fine in a very good acetate dust jacket. .

Paperback / softback. New.