'Twas when the world was in its pr… When the fresh stars had just begu… Their race of glory and young Tim… Told his first birth—days by the s… When in the light of Nature’s daw…
When in death I shall calmly recl… O bear my heart to my mistress dea… Tell her it lived upon smiles and… Of the brightest hue, while it lin… Bid her not shed one tear of sorro…
“They made her a grave, too cold a… For a soul so warm and true; And she’s gone to the Lake of the… Where, all night long, by a fire—f… She paddles her white canoe.”
Through grief and through danger t… Till hope seem’d to bud from each… The darker our fortune, the bright… Till shame into glory, till fear i… Yes, slave as I was, in thy arms…
The Ghost of Miltiades came at ni… And he stood by the bed of the Be… And he said, in a voice, that thri… “If ever the sound of Marathon’s… Hath fir’d they blood or flush’d t…
What the bee is to the floweret, When he looks for honey—dew, Through the leaves that close embo… That, my love, I’ll be to you. She. —
When cold in the earth lies the fr… Be his faults and his follies forg… Or, if from their slumber the veil… Weep o’er them in silence, and clo… And oh! if 'tis pain to remember h…
When first I met thee, warm and y… There shone such truth about thee, And on thy lip such promise hung, I did not dare to doubt thee. I saw thee change, yet still relie…
When he, who adores thee, has left… Of his fault and his sorrows behin… Oh! say wilt thou weep, when they… Of a life that for thee was resign… Yes, weep, and however my foes may…
Whene’er I see those smiling eyes… So full of hope, and joy, and ligh… As if no cloud could ever rise, To dim a heaven so purely bright — I sigh to think how soon that brow
Oh, where’s the slave so lowly, Condemn’d to chains unholy, Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine beneath them slowly?
WHILE gazing on the moon’s light… A moment from her smile I turn’d, To look at orbs that, more bright, In lone and distant glory burn’d. But too far
While History’s Muse the memorial… Of all that the dark hand of Dest… Beside her the Genius of Erin sto… For hers was the story that blotte… But oh! how the tear in her eyelid…
Wreath the bowl With flowers of soul, The brightest Wit can find us, We’ll take a flight Towards heaven to—night,
You remember Ellen, our hamlet’s… How meekly she bless’d her humble… When the stranger, William, had m… And love was the light of their lo… Together they toil’d through winds…
The harp that once through Tara’s… The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls… As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days…
Down in the valley come meet me to… And I’ll tell you your fortune tr… As ever 'twas told, by the new—moo… To a young maiden, shining as newl… But, for the world, let no one be…
The dream of those days when first… Thy triumph hath stain’d the charm… And even the light which Hope onc… Alas, not a gleam to grace thy fre… Say, is it that slavery sunk so de…
A Donkey, whose talent for burden… So much that you’d swear he rejoic… One day had to jog under panniers… That —down the poor Donkey fell s… His owners and drivers stood round…
Take back the virgin page, White and unwritten still; Some hand, more calm and sage, The leaf must fill. Thoughts come, as pure as light
Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well… May calm and sunshine long be thin… How fair thou art let others tell… To feel how fair shall long be min… Sweet Innisfallen, long shall dwe…
Sublime was the warning that liber… And grand was the moment when Spa… Into life and revenge from the con… Oh, Liberty! let not this spirit… Till it move, like a breeze, o’er…
“On! haste, and leave this sacred… Unholy bark, ere morning smile; For on thy deck, though dark it be… A female form I see; And I have sworn this sainted sod
To—morrow, comrade, we On the battle—plain must be, There to conquer, or both lie low! The morning star is up — But there’s wine still in the cup,
They came from a land beyond the s… And now o’er the western main Set sail, in their good ships, gal… From the sunny land of Spain. “Oh, where’s the isle we’ve seen i…
Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me Some song of ancient days, Whose sounds, in this sad memory, Long—buried dreams shall raise; — Some lay that tells of vanish’d fa…
Sing —sing —Music was given To brighten the gay, and kindle th… Souls here, like planets in heaven… By harmony’s laws alone are kept m… Beauty may boast of her eyes and h…
Silence is in our festal halls — Sweet son of song! thy course is o… In vain on thee sad Erin calls, Her minstrel’s voice responds no m… All silent as the Eolian shell
She sung of Love, while o’er her… The rosy rays of evening fell, As if to feed with their soft fire The soul within that trembling she… The same rich light hung o’er her…
She is far from the land where her… And lovers are round her, sighing; But coldly she turns from their ga… For her heart in his grave is lyin… She sings the wild song of her dea…