#IrishWriters
WHERE the Red Lion flaring o’er… Invites each passing stranger that… Where Calvert’s butt, and Parsons… Regale the drabs and bloods of Dr… There in a lonely room, from baili…
... But where to find that happiest sp… Who can direct, when all pretend t… The shudd’ring tenant of the frigi… Boldly proclaims that happiest spo…
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…
‘This ’is’ a poem! This 'is’ a co… YOUR mandate I got, You may all go to pot; Had your senses been right, You’d have sent before night;
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…
CHASTE are their instincts, fai… No foreign beauty tempts to false… The snow-white vesture, and the gl… The simple plumage, or the glossy… Prompt not their loves:—the patrio…
DESCRIPTION OF AN AU… WHERE the Red Lion flaring o’er… Invites each passing stranger that… Where Calvert’s butt, and Parsons… Regale the drabs and bloods of Dr…
O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain: Thou, like the world, th’ oppress’…
As puffing quacks some caitiff wre… To swear the pill, or drop, has wr… Thus on the stage, our play-wright… For Epilogues and Prologues on so… Who knows each art of coaxing up t…
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,
WHEN lovely woman stoops to foll… And finds too late that men betray… What charm can soothe her melancho… What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover,
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…
ADDRESSED TO THE GE… A POEM, BY THE AUTHOR Worried with debts and past all ho… His pen he prostitutes t’ avoid a… ROSCOM.
‘Turn, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. ’For here, forlorn and lost I tre…
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