The dawning of morn, the daylight’… The night’s long hours still find… Of thee, thee, only thee. When friends are met, and goblets… And smiles are near, that once enc…
The wine—cup is circling in Almhi… And its Chief, 'mid his heroes re… Looks up, with a sigh to the troph… Where his sword hangs idly shining… When, hark, that shout
What life like that of the bard ca… The wandering bard, who roams as f… As the mountain lark that o’er him… And, like that lark a music brings… Within him, where’er he comes or g…
When ’midst the gay I meet That gentle smile of thine, Though still on me it turns most s… I scarce can call it mine: But when to me alone
The time I’ve lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
It’s so weird, You still with your beard, In my room, with my books, Feels like a dream, This moment is like cherry on the…
I never knew I will rhyme for you… But here I am doing exclusively f… I know you still don’t believe my… It’s like the bird dove, The more closer u come to it,
The valley lay smiling before me, Where lately I left her behind; Yet I trembled, and something hun… That sadden’d the joy of my mind. I look’d for the lamp which, she t…
Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of… Break not, ye breezes, your chain… While, murmuring mournfully, Lir’… Tell’s to the night—star her tale… When shall the swan, her death—not…
Take your bell, take your bell, Good Crier, and tell To the Bulls and the Bears, till… That, lost or stolen, Or fall’n through a hole in
Though dark are our sorrows, today… And smile through our tears, like… There never were hearts, if our ru… More form’d to be grateful and ble… But just when the chain,
Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely… In shame and in sorrow, thy wither… If drinking deep, deep, of the sam… Could make us thy children, our pa… Like thee doth our nation lie conq…
Tis believed that this Harp, whic… Was a Siren of old, who sung unde… And who often, at eve, through the… To meet, on the green shore, a you… But she loved him in vain, for he…
Strike the gay harp! see the moon… And, as true to her beam as the ti… Young hearts, when they feel the s… Obey the mute call, and heave into… Then, sound notes —the gayest, the…
In yonder valley there dwelt, alon… A youth, whose moments had calmly… 'Till spells came o’er him, and, d… He was haunted and watch’d by a M… As once, by moonlight, he wander’d…
The Minstrel—Boy to the war is go… In the ranks of death you’ll find… His father’s sword he has girded o… And his wild harp slung behind him… “Land of song!” said the warrior—b…
There is not in the wide world a v… As that vale in whose bosom the br… Oh! the last rays of feeling and l… Ere the bloom of that valley shall… Yet it was not that nature had she…
'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…