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Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.
Oh! Arranmore, loved Arranmore, How oft I dream of thee, And of those days when, by thy sho… I wander’d young and free. Full many a path I’ve tried, sinc…
Oh for the swords of former time! Oh for the men who bore them, When, arm’d for Right, they stood… And tyrants crouch’d before them: When free yet, ere courts began
Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber’s chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears,
Of all the fair months, that round… In light—link’d dance their circle… Sweet May, shine thou for me; For still, when thy earliest beams… That youth, who beneath the blue l…
Great Sultan, how wise are thy st… And oh, above all, I admire that… In which thou command’st, that all… Shall forthwith be strangled and c… 'Tis my fortune to know a lean Be…
Dear Goddess of Corn, whom the an… (Among other odd whims of those co… Adorn’d with somniferous poppies,… Thou wert always a true Country—g… Behold in his best, shooting—jacke…
No, not more welcome the fairy num… Of music fall on the sleeper’s ear… When half awaking from fearful slu… He thinks the full quire of heaven… Than came that voice, when, all fo…
Ne’er ask the hour —what is it to… How Time deals out his treasures? The golden moments lent us thus Are not his coin, but Pleasure’s. If counting them o’er could add to…
Nay, tell me not, dear, that the g… One charm of feeling, one fond reg… Believe me, a few of thy angry fro… Are all I’ve sunk in its bright w… Ne’er hath a beam
My gentle Harp, once more I waken The sweetness of thy slumbering st… In tears our last farewell was tak… And now in tears we meet again. No light of joy hath o’er thee bro…
Monday, March 13, 1826 The Budget– quite charming and wi… For plaudits and laughs, the good… Great comfort to find, though the… That all its gay auditors were, ev…
Oh! the days are gone, when Beaut… My heart’s chain wove; When my dream of life, from morn t… Was love, still love. New hope may bloom,
“Here we dwell, in holiest bowers, Where angels of light o’er our ori… Where sighs of devotion and breath… To heaven in mingled odour ascend. Do not disturb our calm, oh Love!
‘How sweetly,’ said the trembling… Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking upon that moonlight flood,… 'How sweetly does the moonbeam smi…
Let Erin remember the days of old… Ere her faithless sons betray’d he… When Malachi wore the collar of g… Which he won from her proud invade… When her kings, with standard of g…
Lesbia hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beame… Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreame… Sweeter 'tis to gaze upon
Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…
Lay his sword by his side —it hath… Not to rest near his pillow below; To the last moment true, from his… Its point was still turn’d to a fl… Fellow—labourers in life, let them…
“How sweetly,” said the trembling… Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking upon that tranquil flood— “How sweetly does the moon—beam sm…
I’ve a secret to tell thee, but hu… Oh! not where the world its vigil… I’ll seek, to whisper it in thine… Some shore where the Spirit of Si… Where Summer’s wave unmurmuring d…
It is not the tear at this moment… When the cold turf has just been l… That can tell how beloved was the… Or how deep in our hearts we deplo… ‘Tis the tear, through many a long…
In the morning of life, when its c… And its pleasures in all their new… When we live in a bright-beaming w… And the light that surrounds us is… Oh ‘tis not, believe me, in that h…
If thou’lt be mine, the treasures… Of earth, and sea, shall lie at th… Whatever in Fancy’s eye looks fai… Or in Hope’s sweet music sounds m… Shall be ours —if thou wilt be min…
I’d mourn the hopes that leave me, If thy smiles had left me too; I’d weep when friends deceive me, If thou wert, like them, untrue. But while I’ve thee before me,
I wish I was by that dim Lake, Where sinful souls their farewell… Of this vain world, and half—way l… In death’s cold shadow, ere they d… There, there, far from thee,
I saw thy form in youthful prime, Nor thought that pale decay Would steal before the steps of T… And waste its bloom away, Mary! Yet still thy features wore that l…
I saw from the beach, when the mor… A bark o’er the waters move glorio… I came when the sun o’er that beac… The bark was still there, but the… And such is the fate of our life’s…