#IrishWriters
Let school-masters puzzle their br… With grammar, and nonsense, and le… Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives 'genus’ a better discerning. Let them brag of their heathenish…
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village o… Where health and plenty cheered th… Where smiling spring its earliest… And parting summer’s lingering blo… Dear lovely bowers of innocence an…
WEEPING, murmuring, complaining… Lost to every gay delight; MYRA, too sincere for feigning, Fears th’ approaching bridal night… Yet, why impair thy bright perfect…
Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man
IN these bold times, when Learnin… The distant climate and the savage… When wise Astronomers to India st… And quit for Venus, many a bright… While Botanists, all cold to smil…
’TWAS you, or I, or he, or all t… ’Twas one, both, three of them, th… This, I believe, between us great… You, I, he, wrote it not—'twas Ch…
FOR you, bright fair, the nine ad… And tune my feeble voice to sing t… The heartfelt power of every charm… Who can withstand their all-comman… See how she moves along with every…
SAY, cruel IRIS, pretty rake, Dear mercenary beauty, What annual offering shall I make… Expressive of my duty? My heart, a victim to thine eyes,
AMIDST the clamour of exulting… Which triumph forces from the patr… Grief dares to mingle her soul-pie… And quells the raptures which from… O WOLFE! to thee a streaming fl…
AH me! when shall I marry me? Lovers are plenty; but fail to rel… He, fond youth, that could carry m… Offers to love, but means to decei… But I will rally, and combat the…
SACRED TO THE MEMORY… THE PRINCESS DOWAGER O… AIR—TRIO. ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise, And waken every note of woe;
IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT LONG had I sought in vain to fin… A likeness for the scribbling kind… The modern scribbling kind, who wr… In wit, and sense, and nature’s sp…
WELL, having stoop’d to conquer… And gain’d a husband without aid f… Still, as a Bar-maid, I could wis… As I have conquer’d him, to conqu… And let me say, for all your resol…
MAN SPEAKER. FAST by that shore where Thames’… Reflects new glories on his breast… Where, splendid as the youthful po… He forms a scene beyond Elysium b…
Good people all, with one accord Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word,' From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom passed her door,