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 MOORE'S 
 
 IRISH 
 
 MELODIES. 
 
 
 ILLUSTRATED BY 
 
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 MACLISE, R.A. 
 
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 NEW EDITION. 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 LONGMAN, BROWN, GREEN, LONGMANS, & ROBERTS. 
 
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 London : 
 
 Printed by Spottisvvoode & Co., 
 
 New-street- Square. 
 
PREFACE, 
 
 An earnest wish having been expressed by my Publishers 
 that this new Edition of the Irish Melodies should be 
 accompanied by a few prefatory words, I have readily 
 yielded to their request ; though so frequently have I 
 been called to this very welcome task, that all I can say 
 upon such a theme, without degenerating into mere 
 needless egotism, must have been long since exhausted. 
 
 On the poetical part of this work, it is not for me to 
 give an opinion. Whatever may be its merits, to the 
 music they are almost solely owing. It was, indeed, my 
 strong desire to convey in words some of those feelings 
 and fancies which music seemed to me to utter that first 
 led me to attempt poetry. Thus song was the inspiring 
 medium through which I became initiated into verse. 
 Whatever merit there may be in interpreting the voice 
 that spoke in my country's music, lending it a vent in 
 
IV PREFACE. 
 
 verse, and bringing home to other hearts besides my own 
 the various feelings, sad, gay, or impassioned, with which 
 it teems, to such merit I may perhaps, proudly pretend. 
 But the whole source and soul of the Irish Melodies 
 lies in their matchless music. As I have already said in 
 song, I was only as the wind to the sleeping harp, and 
 " all the wild sweetness I waked was its own." 
 
 I shall only add, that I deem it most fortunate for this 
 new Edition that the rich, imaginative powers of Mr. 
 Maclise have been employed in its adornment ; and that, 
 to complete its national character, an Irish pencil has lent 
 its aid to an Irish pen in rendering due honour and 
 homage to our country's ancient harp. 
 
 THOMAS MOORE. 
 
 The designs are in facsimile of the original drawings, and the text 
 is engraved by Mr. Becker's process. 
 
D.TslaclLse.RA-.ael -et aquaf : 
 
Ler arms may press tliee, 
 ver friemcLs eare>> tl 
 AM Latt bless 
 
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 Q li s I] 1 e m r b hi 8 in ib e r me <, 
 I ,at might g when 9a i 1 1 
 
 On the gay Inearth Maziu'.: , : ft 
 
 
 Oli a still remember me, 
 Them should minsie 9 .stealing -^ 
 
 All the sonil of feeling 9 
 T© thy heart Appealing., 
 
 IDraw one tear from tliee % 
 Them let memory "bring thee 
 Strains 1 isMi. iing tln.ee g = 
 
 Olil them remember me, 
 
 
>ul all tliat I wisli tkee 9 great, gl©Fi©uis 9 amdfeee 
 First flower ©f tke eartihi 9 amd first genu of tike §ea 9 
 1 .might Iiail tkee with pF©MileF 9 witli laappier IbF©w 9 
 i^Tiit oli; e©mM ttl©T© thee ui-ore deeply tham i^ '■ 
 
 N© 9 tliy eliaims as tkey Fmaikle 9 thy M^od as It fioi3 9 
 Bunt mate tikee maore paimffiilly dear t© iky s©m 
 Wliose Ike aFts 9 like tlie yoiimg ©if tike desert -Third's uiest 
 ©Fimk i©Te in eadkliie = dF©p that iHL©ws fromi thy ThFeast 
 
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sfl tf$ ' the last jpimp § e d f Erim with. - : it - I §ee g 
 
 Tel wherever thou art stall seem Efih t© mae ° 
 
 In exile tky "bosom shall still be may k©me g 
 
 AmA tMm© e^es make edit elimfliate wherever we r©aiQ& n 
 
 To tie gloom of some rlesert ©r e©lAr©eky §h©re g 
 Wliere ike eye of the stranger earn kaomt uls m© more, 
 I will ffly witk my Doulim, nm. think tke r©mgk wimd 
 Less Tilde than tke foes we leave frowning hekin«L 
 
 Ami I'll gnze on thy goldkair as graeefiil it ^TTealliES^ 
 AjouLhaiKg o'er' tky soft harpg as wildly It breathes I 
 A or dLread that tke e old-lie art eel Saxen will tear 
 One tiiOTil It Din thai harp 9 ot one l©ek froma that haiTo' ^J 
 
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 Forgtetmot ©iir wommded ©©Mipaiiii©iiis 9 wliL© stood' 
 
 Im the day of distress by our side ° 
 WMle t&i© uaoss of tike valley grewredwltli their Mood, 
 
 Tlhey stirr 9 d m©t 9 Ibut comqiier'd amd di©d 
 Tibial sum wMdh mow Messes our armas witlk Ms lig 
 Saw tike in fall nip on Os soft's pl'aim5== 
 tn 1 it Mm mot MiisiiL 9 whem lie leaves tis to-Mi^M, 
 To fimd tliat tlieT fell there in Tain,. 
 
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j| not yet 9 9 tis jmst tike koiir 9 
 Wlien pleasure 9 like tlie unidmigM flower 
 Tkat seoras ike eye of vmlgar II glut. 
 Begins t© "bloom for sons ©f night 9 
 
 And maids wn© l©Ye tlie mooi, 
 9 Twas "biit t© Ibless these honrs of shade 
 That Tbeanty and the ni©©n were made ° 
 9 T1§ then tlieir soft attractions gl©wing 
 Set tlie tides and golblets flowing a 
 
 Oil! stay 9 =Gh! stay 9 = 
 Joy so seldom weaves a eliain 
 Like tMs to=nij3jkt 9 that ©h 9 9 tis pain 
 
 T© "break Its links s© so©n n 
 
 IFly not yet 9 tlie fount tliat play 9 d 
 
 In tinies of ©Id tkjrontfli Amnion's shade 9 ' 
 
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N©w kamgs as mute ©m Tara 9 s walls 
 
 As ii J tlaai s ©ml were ifle -d., — 
 §>© sleeps ill e pride of for'amer dLays 
 
 S o glory's tlirill is 'o'er, 
 ^lAjDidlieaFtSy tkat ©mee beat Mgli for praise^ [JJj 
 
 ]^©Tr£eel tkal pulse, mo mm© re 
 
No more to eMefs and ladies "bright 
 
 Tlie liarp of Tara swells 3 
 Tlie i/liiox j fl alnne.,llxf;rt lb Teaks at mi^M 9 
 
 Its tale of Fnim tells „ 
 Tinas Freedom mow so seldom waives 9 
 
 Tlie only tlirolb she gives 9 
 Is wliem soime Ikeart imdigmauit "breaks 9 
 
 To show tliat still she lives 
 
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 l tMnk mot my spirits are always as light. 
 
 Vi Amd as free fro ill a pang as they seein to yowiiow" 
 3F expect that the he art =h earning smile of to=mig 
 Will returm with to -morrow to hrightem my "brow 
 
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 N©s=life is a waste ©f we aris ©mine tours., 
 
 "Wliieli § eld© mi flie rose of enj©ynient ad©rns° 
 And tlie lie art that is s©©nest awake t© tlie flowers 9 
 
 Is always tlie first t© "be t©iiieli 9 d Iby tine t]k©rms o 
 But send round tlie lb©wl 9 aiidlbe liappy awliile== 
 
 May we nieYer meet w©rse 9 in ©nr pilgrimage liere s 
 Tlian tlie tear tliat enj©ynient niay gild witli a smile 9 
 
 And tlie smile tliat e©nipassi©n earn tram t© a tear. 
 
 Tlie tiiread ©f ©rar life w©rald~ibe dark 9 Heaven knows I 
 
 If it were not wifli friendsliip and l©ve inter 'twin 9 d i 
 And I eare n©t li©w s©©n I niay sink to rep©se 9 
 
 Wlien these Iblessings sliall ©ease t© Ibe dear to niy mindi 
 Brat tJkey wlio nave l©v 9 d tlie fondest 9 tike pnrest 9 
 
 T©© ©ften liaTe wept © 9 er tlie dreani tliey IbelieT'M^ 
 And tike lieart tliat lias slranibejAl in friendship seerarest 9 
 
 Is liappy indeed if 9 twas never deeeiVd D 
 Brat send r©rand tlie lb©wl° wMle a relie of trratli 
 
 Is in man ©r in wonian 9 tliis prayer shall Ibe mine^— 
 Tliat tlie sransliine of love niay illraniine ©urn y©ratli 9 
 
 And tlie moonlight ©f friendsliip e©ns©le ©rar deeline „ 
 
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 ®t}$T-f is mot ha tke wide world a valley so sweet 
 
 As that Tale ami rkose bosoima line bright waters imeet ° 8 
 
 D>k! the lust rays o& ' :elaaag rami life unutst depart 9 
 
 Ere the bloom o>£ that valley shall lade froaaa any kearto 
 
 Yet it was mot that matnare kail skedl dW tke seeme 
 Her purest d£ erystal and bragktest of greea| 
 9l fwas rj'vt kea° soft amagie o>f streaamlet or Mil., 
 Q)k ( aa o= it ^ r a § § dim etkiaa | aaiore ex c|aalsit e still ° 
 
 *Twas tkat Mends,, tke kelovd of amy bo§oiai 9 were me.ar s 
 
 WTta.© miade ever^ dear seeme of. emekaaatuoemt amore dear 9 
 Amd wla© felt kow Ike lb est ekarmis of mature improTe., 
 W'kem we see tke mi reffleeted from looks tkat we love 
 
 
 
 
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 Sweet vale of Avoea ! kow ealm eoul<lIrest 
 Im tliT ibosom of shade ,-witk the Mends Hove toes/ 
 .Where the storms that we feel ia 4Mb eold woiM<*SJ 
 should cease 9 ~~ 
 
 Lnd our heart«,like t.hywa4*rs,lbe mingled impeatelS 
 
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 (A$ a "be ami © 9 er tke face of tke waters maay glow 
 ¥liiile tke tide rams im darkmess amd e©ldmess "below 9 
 !§>© tke ekeek may ke timg'd witk a warn suummy siMile 
 Tk©mgk tke e©ld keart to raim rums darkly tke wkile 
 
 ©me fatal reinemmkraMeec, ©me sorrow tkat tkr©ws 
 Its kleak skade alike o'er ©w joys and ®irw©es 5 
 T© wkieklife m©tkimg 'darker ©rkrigkter eamkriiw^ 
 wkiek j©y kas mo kalaii amd affliction m© sting = 
 
 Ok! tkis tkomgkt im tke maidst ©f emjoymiemt will stay 
 Like a dead 9 leafless kramek im tke sumaiMer's kr 
 Tke keamis ©f tke warim sum play r©inmd it im Yaii 
 It maay simile im Ms ligkt 9 knit it kl©©Mis mot a^'aim Q 
 
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Jli/ltCI? amd rare were tke gems slue wore 9 
 jad a ibrigkt gold ring ©i her wand slue lb ©re 
 
 IB nit ®~kt ker lb e aunty was far "beyond 
 [er sparklimg gexns 9 ©r sm©w=wkite wamdo 
 
 Lady! dost tkoiii mot fear t© stray 9 
 
 S© lome amd l©Tely tkromgk tMs Ibleaik way ~'i 
 
 Are E rim's soms so good or so eold 9 
 
 As mot t© be tempted Iby woman ©r gold?" 
 
 Sir Knight! I feel mot tke least alarm 9 
 
 N© s©m ©f Erim will ©ffer ime karmio = 
 
 For tkomgk tkey love woman amd g©ldem store 9 
 
 Sir ]&mi£>kt! tkey l©Te k©m©mr amd virtme more I * 
 
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 (Q)nenck 9 d are ©nr Ibeae©n ligkts<= 
 Tk©n 9 of tke Hhindred Figkts l n 
 Tin i© 11 9 ©mi "wk©se kiirning t©nguie 
 Triitlic, peaee 9 and freed© ml kmiiig ! " 
 unite P =Hb nit l©ng as Tal©iir skinetk 9 
 f mercy's soul at war repinetk 9 ^ 
 
 So long skall Erin's pride ^__^ 
 
 kow tkey MVd and dledo Ax? if^ 
 
 
 $U kir to me tlk km? 
 
 |45 IP dear t© me tlie komir wliien dayligkt die 
 And siiinlbeaiiis melt along tke silent sea 9 
 
 For tken sweet dreams ©f ©tker days arise 9 
 
 Ami (til memory kreatkes ker Tesper sigk t© tkee 
 
 And 9 as I watek tke line of light 9 tkat plays 
 
 Along tke smootk wave tow 9 rd tke knrning west 9 
 
 I long to tread tkat golden patk of rays 9 
 
 Andtkinls 9 tw©^ldlead to some krigkt isle of rest 
 
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 Ike 9 wjk© adores thee 9 lias left but tin.© Mamie 
 
 Q)f Ms iamlt and Ms sorrows IbeMmdy 
 Dill say wilt thorn weep 9 wheM they darken the iaxae 
 
 Ufa life that for thee iras resign"'' < 
 lfes 9 weep 9 and how ever nay foes may eondeinan. 9 
 
 Thy tears shall efface their ieeree » 
 For Heaven can vyitness 9 though guilty .to theML 9 
 
 J have heeM hint to© faithtfnl t© tlkee , 
 
 With tlkee were the dreams ©f may earliest love = 
 
 Every thought ©f may reason iras tMnie ° 
 In may last hnmmlble prayer t© tike Spirit above 9 
 
 Tlay Maine sla.aH "be naiMgled with indue 
 Ok! Iblest are tlie lovers aMdfrieMds ~iio shall live 
 
 Tlie days ©£ thy glory t© see ° 
 But tlie Mext dearest Me ssing tkat Meavem earn give 
 
 Is the pritle ©f thus dying for thee a 
 
 
 
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 Tlkem talk.© any jkarp t© your ancient kail 5 '( 
 it mp at tla-at friendly door,, 
 try travellers l©v<e t© 
 
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when from tliose eyes 
 
 Far 9 far affay I i°©am 9 
 Sliomltl ©alnier tlionglkts sin i 
 
 TowVciLs yon and lionie ° 
 Faney may trace sonie line 9 
 
 Worthy those eyes to nieet 9 
 TtoiigMs that not Ibmnci, lb nit shine 9 
 
 Pmre, emlim, and sweet o 
 
 And as 9 © 9 er ©eean far, 
 
 ■ Seamen their records keep 9 
 Ledlby s©nie hidden star 
 
 Thip©mgh the e©ld deep 5 
 So may tine words I write 
 
 Tell thr©" ; what storms I stray — 
 Y@m still the nnseen light, 
 
 G mi cling my way* 
 
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.! JFatkei% send not kemee umy 
 Tkromgk wintry winds and billows dark 
 I comae witk kiumilble lie art to skare 
 
 Tky niorn and eyenimg prayer g 
 'Nor naine tke feet, At k©ly Saint, 
 "Tke Tbrig'ktmess of tky sod to taint./ 
 
 Tlae Lady's prayer Seianis spuirm 9 d^ 
 Tlie winds Mew fresk 9 tke Ibark return'ds 
 JBiit legends kint 9 tkat liad tlae aaaaid 
 Till morning" 1 s ligkt delayed, 
 l1.1 giyen tke saint one rosy smile , 
 Ske i© 1 er kad left kis lonely isle <> 
 
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miay roam tlir©* ikis world 9 Hike a elh.il el at a feast.-, 
 li© "bunt sips of a sweet, jundtnen ilies t© the re&t" 
 
 
 And, when pleasure "begins to grow dmll in tike east, 
 may order ©nr wings am A "be off to tine west % 
 Buit if lie arts tkat feel, and eyes tkat smniiie, 
 
 Are tke dearest gifts tlhat teamen supplies. 
 We neTer meed leave ©hit ©wn green isle, 
 
 F©r sensitive kearts, amul for sMnHbriglit e^es<, 
 Tken remember, wkerever y©mup g©Met is crown 9 d. 
 
 Tin © 9 tikis w©rld, wketker eastward ©r westward. y©m roanoL 
 
 ken a cuip t© the simile ©f dear woman goes round, 
 k! remember tike smile tkat adorns ker at tonne <, 
 
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WMle tlie damgliteFS ©f Erim keep the lb©y 9 
 
 ETeF smiling he side Ms faithful ©ar 9 
 Throin.gliL billows o>f woe 9 andlbeaims of joy 9 
 
 The same as lie l©©k 9 d when lie left the §h©Fe 
 Tliem FememheF 9 wlkereTeF yonr goblet is Grown 9 
 
 TIif© 9 tliis w©f1c1L 9 whether easlfos a r i .1 m ■ ■ i - ; rard yom F©ain 9 x 
 "Wnen a enp to tike smile ©f deaF woman goes F©mnd 9 
 
 Ola! FemeiuuibeF tlie smile tliat adorns lieF at liomxe , 
 
 mymms 'Umu, 
 
 W 9, 1 weep for tlie h©"iiF 9 
 
 WHken t© E>Yeleen 9 s IboweF 
 Tlie Lord ©£ tike Valley witk false tows eame ° 
 
 Tike ni©©n Md her light 
 
 Ff©hi tlie lieaTems tkat miglkt 9 
 And wept behind her elonds o'er tike maiden's shamie 
 
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Tke ©l©md§ pass'd soom 
 
 From tke ekaste cold mioom 9 
 And keavem sniiFoI agaim with ker vestal flame 
 
 IB nit mome will see tke day 9 
 
 kem tke elomds skall pass away 9 
 Wklek tkat dark k©w left mp©m Eveleens fame „ %. 
 
 Tke wkite sm©w lay 
 
 ©m tke marrow patk=way 9 
 Wkem tke Lord of tke Valley erost ©ver tke moor" 
 
 Amd many a deep print 
 
 ©i tke wkite sm©w 9 s tint 
 olir/vvM tke track ©f Ms footstep t© Eveleemfs door 
 
 Tke next stoi 9 s ray 
 
 Soom melted away 
 Every traee ©m tke patk wkere tke false Lord earner 
 
 But tkere 9 § a light ab©ve 9 
 
 WTkiek al©me earn rem©Te 
 Tkat stain np©mtke §m©w ©f fair Eveleen 9 s famie 
 
EfIm re nie inker tke days of 
 Ere ker faitM.es s sons "betray 9 d ker^ 
 Wliem Malaeki wore tke collar of gold.," 
 
 WHA Ike worn from ker prowl invader 9 
 Wliem ker kimgSg witk standard of green uimfeurl \i , 
 
 Led tke Med-Bramek Kmigkts to dangers — 16 
 Ere tike emerald £>em of tlie western world 
 set in tlie erowm of a stranger <, 
 
 ©n Lonigli NeagMs Ibamk as tlie fislierma 
 
 Wken tke clear cold eve 9 s declining 9 
 He sees tke round towers of ©tker days 
 
 In tke wave keneatk Mm skining ° 
 Titans skall miemory ©ftem 9 in dreams smiblime 
 
 (Catek a glimpse of tke days tkat are over ° 
 Tlras 9 sigking 9 look tliroTigk tke waves of time 
 
 Eor tke long -faded glories tkev ©ovei 
 
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 o oh MoTle.jlbe the roar ©£ thy water 9 
 
 Break mot 9 ye Tbreeze§ 9 yoniF thaim ©£ repose 9 
 WMHe 9 iDGLurmuriiLg m.oTnnaMly 9 Lir 9 s lomely [lamgTkter 
 
 Tells t© the might=star her "tale of woes o 
 Whem shall the swam 9 hep death -mote simgimg 9 
 
 Sleep 9 witla wiaio's in darikmess liirFd i 
 ^ hen will heavem 9 its sweet "bell rimgimg. 9 
 
 Call my spirit Ironi this stormy world? 
 
 §>affly g oil Moyle 9 to thy wimte:r=waye weepimg s 
 Fate Mds me lamgTiish lomg ages away* 
 
 Yet still in her dapkmess doth Erin lie sleeping 
 BtSM doth the pure light its dawmimg delay a 
 hem will that lay-star 9 mildly sprimgimg 9 
 "Wariij our isle with peace anidloye ? 
 
 Whem will heayem 9 its sweet bell rimgimg 9 
 may spirit to the fields aibove ? 
 
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 ©JlDmilf, ■ -iiiul tike wiue 9 amd leave p©ints ©f belief 
 
 T© simple - ! d>b § a g e % m lgI peas<! i Is 9 
 
 THais ijiiioiiaeiif 9 ^ 'a flower to© fair anil Tbrief 9 
 
 T©lbe witlie:i m. 9 d by tike lust ©f tike selk©©ls . 
 
 lf©ur glass may ibe purple, amd mime may ibelblue,, 
 
 But. ; wMle tkey are fill 9 d ir©niii tlie sarnie IbrigM b©wl 9 
 Tike f©©l 9 Tyii© vr©uld quarrel for iliifeff'emee ol J line.-, 
 
 Deserves met the e©njrf©r4 tkey shi 3 o°ei o tike s©ul« 
 
 Shall I ask tike ibraTe s©ldier 9 vrh© figlats Iby my side 
 
 In Hie cause ©f mamMiiid 9 tfour creeds agree? 
 Shall I give up tike fiiemd I have valued and tried 9 
 
 If lie hmeel m©t bef©re tike saiuae altar witlk me ? 
 Fr©m tike lie re tie girl ©f my soul sli©uld I fly 9 
 
 T© seek senaewliere else i iiore ©rth©d©x. hiss -;' 
 N© 9 perish the heart s 9 amd the laws tliat try 
 
 Trutlu, val©ur 9 ©r l©ve 9 lby a stamdardKIke tlnis ! 
 
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l^liiWtBlti* wag "tike warming tkat Liberty sp©ke 9 
 i\md grand was tike naonuiemt wkem Spaniards awoke 
 
 Imte life and revenge from tike e©nqmer©r 9 s ckain<> 
 0k 9 1L liberty ? let mot tkis spirit kave rest 9 
 Till it mji©ve 9 like a "breeze 9 o 9 er tine waves -of tike west= 
 (Give tike 11 glut ©f y©nir look t© eaek sorrowing spot 9 
 N©r 9 ©li 9 Ibe tike Skamr©ek ©f Erin forgot 
 
 WMle y©n add to y©Mr garland tlie ©live ©f Spain I 
 
 If tlie famie of ©iir fatkers 9 keqmeatk 9 dwitlitlkeiip rigkts, 
 ({Jive to e©mntry its eliarina 9 andt© koine its deligkts 9 
 
 If deceit, Ibe a woiind 9 and suspicion a staini 9 
 Tkeiia 9 ye mien ©f Ilberia^ ©ultf cause is tke sarnie I 
 i\md ©k! may kis tomb wamt a tear and a maiiiie 9 
 Win© w©mld ask for a molbler 9 a k©lier deatk 9 f 
 
 Tkam to tmrm Ms last sigk Into viet©ry 9 s lbreatk 9 
 
 F©r tke Ska nmi°© ek ©f Erim amd Olive ©f Spain I 
 
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Ife Blades and Of ©ommelsc, wh©se fathers resigned 
 J. he green hills of fflaeir yoiitlL, among strangers t© find 
 
 Tliat repose wMehj at h©fflae g tlkey lit) d sigh 9 cl for im Tain., 
 Join 9 Join. In ohdp liope that tike fla:ame 9 whielk yon li 
 May Ibe felt vet in Erin 9 as ealnic, and as IbrlejM., 
 And forgive by en AlM©m while MmsMmg slue draws 9 
 Like a truant., her §w©r«l 9 in tlie lomg^sliglkted earns© 
 Of the ,Sliaiunoc-l\ of Erin and Olive of Spain £ 
 
 G©d] rtke raiisel=oli 9 it eannot bmt thrive 9 
 
 WMle tine p ! one patriot lieart is alive 9 
 
 a to feelg aiid its rights t© maaimtaim ^ 
 Tlien 9 liow sainted by s©rr©w 9 its martyrs will die 1 
 Tlie finger of Glory sluall point where they lie ° 
 "^ hile 9 far fr©m the ft a>tstep of E©warf. ©r slave 9 
 Tlie youmo' spirit of Freedom sliaM slnelter their grave' 
 Beneatli BTbanra - f Erin and Olives of Spain; 
 
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wlfl iblainie mot tike lbard 9 if ke fly to tke lowers' 1 W|pw- 
 
 ^laere Pleasure lies 9 carelessly smiling at Fame % 
 Me was kormfor urniek more., amdimkappier konirs 
 
 His soul liiigkt liaTe Ibmrii 9 1 witk a kolier flame „ 
 Tke string 9 tliat mow lamLgiiiskes loose © 9 er tke lyre 9 
 
 IMigkt kaTe Tbemt a prouid Ibow t© tlie warrior's dart % M 
 And tke lip 9 wMek mow breatJh.es Ibiit tke song of desire 9 
 
 Migkt kave pomr'dtke foil tide of a patriot's keart,, / 
 
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 Bint alas for Ms ©oTimlbrf'A'==her pride is gone Tby 9 
 And that spirit is brolken 9 which never would bend° 
 
 Q) 9 er tike ridn her elnildreM im secret mnst sigh 9 
 For 'His treason to loTe her 9 and ileath to defend , 
 
 Unpriz'M are her sons 9 till they 9 ve learned to betrays 
 Undistin gm i s 1 1 M the^ live , if th 1 i v sin n i a e not tkeir sires 
 
 Ami the toreh 9 that n ould light them thro 9 dignity's way 9 
 
 . i be eamght Brom the pile 9 where thein Eonntry expires! 
 
 blame not 'the bard ! in pleasure's soft to am 
 
 He -ln'iU.ii try rhat he never ean heals 
 
 Dial | : ft hope — -let a vista "but gleam 
 
 Tlnr i >ugh the gl on do I his i a atry 9 and mark how lie JUL feel 1 
 That mstantg his heart at her shrine would lay 1« a 
 
 Every p it nmirs i 9 every Miss it ador 9 d° 
 
 While the myrtle 9 now idly entwin 9 d with Ms erowi, 
 
 Like tike wreath of Harmodins 9 shonld cover his sword, 
 
 Bnt Hid f^Lory Ibe gone 9 andth© 9 hope fade away 9 
 
 TIlt name 9 loved Erim 9 shall live in Ms songs ° 
 Not £T ? i in the hoiir 9 when Ms heart is most gay 9 
 
 Will he lose the rememlbranee of thee and thy wrongs D 
 The stranger shall hear thy lament on his plains \ 
 - The sigh of thy harp shall he sent © 9 er the 
 Till thy masters themselves 9 as they rivet thy chains 
 Shall pans e at the song of their captive 9 and weep! 
 

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Tke l©Te tkat seeks a kome 
 
 Wkere we alt In or graaideiiir skimes 
 Is like tke gloomy gnome 9 
 
 Tkat 'dwells im -dark gold mines 
 Buit ok! tke poet's loTe 
 
 Cam "boast m kriglnter spkere % 
 Its native koinie 9 s alb ©Ye 9 
 
 Tk© 9 woiiLiam keeps It kere 
 Tkem drink to ker 9 wk© l©ne> 
 
 [atkwak 9 dtke p©et 9 s sigk 9 
 Tke girl*, wk© gave t© souig 
 
 Wkat ^'©Id ©©niM never ibniy,. 
 

 \\if i j qm the mooufs ligM 9 
 
 moment from! her smile I tmrm 9 dg 
 
 To look at orlbs 9 lliat 9 more bright. 
 In lone and distant glory Ibiiirn 9 do 
 Burt fou far 
 Eaeh proud star 9 . 
 For me to feel its warming flame ; 
 Mneh more dear 
 That mild spire re 9 
 WHA near our planet smiling eanie° 2 
 Tlnis 9 Mary 9 "be "bmt thorn my ©win ° 
 WTkile IbrigMer eyes unheeded pi 
 Fll loTe those moonlight looks alone 9 
 That Mess ray hope and guide any 
 

 
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 Tike day kad sioik im dim sliowers m 
 
 But jnoidmigkt mow, with, lustre mieet 9 
 IllnLUmim 9 d all tike pale flowers 9 
 
 Like liope mpom a m©irieT 9 § elieeko 
 I said (wMle 
 Tlie Bloom 9 § smile 
 Play 9 d o'er a streami 9 im dimpling Miss 
 Tlie mioom looks 
 66 (Dm miamy Tbr©©]ks 9 
 66 Tlie Ibrook earn see m© mioom Bunt tikis ?/ 9 
 Amd tliuis 9 I tlionglkt, ©if fortunes ni 9 
 
 For miamy a Iotcf looks to tkee 9 
 WMle At 1 feel tlie re is Ibmt onie^ 
 yftai°y im tlie world for Bie o 
 
 
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•flaYJli gin I i 1 1 i i 1 1 ng noi<aLer tke Mflow 
 
 Ai:wl stars ina Ike keaYem^ § till limgen bag Bk©me 9 
 li uamg Kitty* all blmi^limQLg 9 n >s<e up froma ker pill©w 
 
 Tlii ske e'er was to press it al©me., 
 
 F©pfo -'if t reas mred lierlnearf- amwlkt-v -< i I in 
 
 be lasll He I > * ■ I J pe i§ 0115 
 AmdL wkemi © ace f;k<e v 1 >mmg keart 1 > f eo 1 1 1 so 1 la i n is § I ( >] e 1 1 
 
 Tke liaai 'leu kerself will steal after it Boom 
 
 As ske loolvM in tike glass 9 wkiek a ^ 1 aaa a me 9 er misses 
 
 Nor cycf wamts time for a sly glamee ©r tw© 9 
 A butterfly" fpesk fp©mn tke might-flower's kisses 9 
 
 Tlew ©ycf tke iiiiirrorg am<riL skadLecl ker Yiew 
 E lira g 9 d witk tke imseet for kidHiag ker graces 9 
 
 Ske kmL§k 9 «l kimi-=ke fell 9 alas 5 leyer t© rise \ 
 "Ali; sniek 9 95> saMtke girl^is tke pride of ©mr faces , 
 Forwkicktke bohiFs imioeenee to© often dlieSo" 
 
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Wkile slue stole tkr© 9 tke garden, wkere kearts-eas^e 
 was ^rowiu g 
 
 gke enlFd some, andkiss'd off its nigkt -fallen lews 
 Anil a rose, farther ©n 9 l©©k 9 d so tempting and glowing, 
 
 Tkato spite of ker kaste, ske must gatker it too i 
 BmtwMle o'er tike roses too carelessly lean ing 
 
 Her zone flew in two, andtke kearts-ease was losts 
 66 Alii tikis meansrsaid tke girl (and ske sign 9 1 at its meaiin g) 
 
 66 Tli at love is scarce wortk tke repose it will cost 
 
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 0) Hit kc p ; : s o us spi i 
 Hfi ^o -morrow's stri 
 
 ^ tkat sn -' ligkt is kr 
 
 l©m 9 ieatk or li£e<= 
 i a fee 
 m m !■ r Idm, ^ T lm lives mi<D>t free 
 Like tike [lay-star in ike waye, 
 inks a ker© ixi Ms grave 9 
 Midst tke lew=fall of a matioufs -tear 
 
 Ettappy is lit qmbf wk©se leeli 
 Tke -miles »f k©uae may soothing §k 
 Amd light Mm l©wn tke steep of years s-= 
 kc,k®w Mest tkey simk t© rest 9 
 W-k;© el©se tkeir eyes ©m. viet©ry 9 s Ibreast ! 
 
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 |9 er Ms watdk=fire 9 s fading embers 
 
 Now tlie foe imam's elieek tiirms wkMe s 
 WTiem Ms lie art tliat lie Id rememiIbeFS 9 
 
 Where we tamed Ms tyrant luiylit , 
 MeTer let Mmi Mmd again 
 A eliaim 9 like tliat we Ibroke Irom tliem*, 
 
 Hark ! tlie torn of eoinaTbat (.-alls = 
 
 Ere tL e g ©Mem eTemliakj fall 3 
 May we pledge Mint korn in trimmjdi rom-md ! a 
 
 Many a kearf tliat mow Ibeats Myli , 
 Im sMiiflLlber eold at migkt sliall lie 9 
 Nor wakei €V€i at Yietory 9 s sound; ■= 
 But :!±, Low iblest tliat kero 9 s sleep 9 
 9 er wlk ©in a womdVijig world skall weep ! 
 
 
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we sonie bright little isle ©it" oif ©wn 9 
 
 In a hliie snimmier ©eean 9 far ©ff and al©ne 9 
 
 here a leaf never dies in Ike still MooMimg Tb©wers 9 
 
 And the lb ee "banquets ©n through a wh©le year ©f flowers ;; 
 
 iere the siiinl©ves t© pause 
 
 1th s© f©nd a delay 9 
 
 That the night ©nly draws 
 
 A thin veil © 9 er the dav£ * 
 
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 here simply to feel that we Tbreathe 9 that we live 9 
 
 Is worth the lb est joy that life elsewhere earn give 
 
 Tine re 9 with souls ever ardent and pure as tine elinae _, 
 We sh©nld l©ve 9 as they lov 9 din the first golden time % 
 Tlie gl©w of tlie snn shine 9 tike lb aim ©f tlie air 9 
 Would steal to our hearts, and make all smniinier there 
 Witli affeetion as free 
 
 Fro iia dee line as tlie "bowers 9 
 And 9 with li©p e 9 like tlie lb e e 9 
 Living always on flowers., 
 niF life slionildFeseiiilble a l©mg dav ©flight., 
 And oif death eoinne ©n 9 liolv and ealni as tlie night o 
 
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Tiny riTal was li©in©iiiT 9 d 9 while flioin wert wr©iig 9 d 
 
 and se©rm 9 d 9 
 Tli j £?©wi was ©if "briers 9 while gold lie r "brows 
 
 a (lorn 9 ji; 
 Slie w©© 9 d me t© temples, wMle tlioiuL lay 9 st Md in 
 
 eayes, 
 Her friends were all miasters 9 while thine 9 alas I were 
 
 Tet cold in the eartli 9 at thy feet 9 1 w©nld rather be 9 
 Than wed what I l©T 9 dn©t 9 ©r turn ©me tTkomgM from 
 thee., 
 
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 Tliey slander tliee s©rely 9 wli© say tliy t©ws are (^ (rjh^ 
 
 Hadst tkoiDL been a false ©me 9 tlhy eheeh had !©©k 9 
 
 less pale., 
 Tliey say 9 1©© 9 s© long th©n liast w©rii tli©se lingering 
 
 ehains 9 
 Tliat deep in tliy lieart tliey haYe printed their serrile |Shn? 
 
 / stains = 
 
 ©Hi! f© ml is tike slander 9 == n© ehain e ©ml d that s©ml 
 s nib due = 
 lie re shineth thy spirit, tlie re liberty shineth t©© I 
 

§i till ker bosom rose faiF==still ker ekeeks smiRltke ^r\M\t- 
 Wluile liier sea-beauties gracefully foiraaul tke ligkt frames 
 Amd ker kair 9 as 9 let loose, o'er kef while arm ft" fell 
 Was ekamg'd to bright eluords mttVimg melody's spe3UL 
 
 Meiiiee it cauiae* tkat this soft Harp so I om<p> katk been kmowm 
 
 T© mimtfle loWs lamgniage witk sorrow's sad tome § 
 
 Till thmi didst dfride tkem 9 amdteaektke fomdlay 
 
 To speak fwe wkem. Fm me mr tke e , amd grief wkem away„. Jv 
 
 « 9 wietp « 
 
 v'vLi-Ljp) om 9 weep om 9 yomr kouir is past 
 
 If ©TIF dreams of pride are © 9 er 9 
 Tke fatal ekaim is rommd j&u east, 
 
 Amd yo.nL are nmern mo more „ 
 Im vain tke ker© 9 s keart katk biecL° 
 
 Tke sage's tomgme katk warm 9 nL in 
 ©k 9 FTeecl©mi I ©mee tky flame katk 
 
 It meTer li^kts 
 
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 Weep ©n=perhaps in after 
 
 They 9 ll learn to love y©mr name | 
 ^ hem miamy a deed miay wake in praise 
 
 Tlnat lou- hath slept im Iblanaeo 
 An (1 win en they tre a 1 tlie raim 9 1 1 i §1© ., 
 
 ¥5 here rest, at length, the lord anci slave 
 They'll wondering ri -I , J low hands so Tile 
 
 C-omIcL eomquier hearts so "brave 2 
 
 m i.ii '•','' they 9 !! §ay 9 a wssp atrdfate 
 
 4 If© tot welb of discord w©ve £ 
 And ^tIjII© yomjp tyrants join 9 . dim hate 
 J li om never join 9 d in love „ 
 i6 Bmt hearts fell -dT, that ought to twine 9 
 
 ^Aid mam pi'ol J mn 9 d what God had given;; 
 "Till ^Diiie were heard to emrse the shrine,, 
 e others knelt to heaven! 99 
 
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 pOT&r §SJEr$) $i m§ (famirtrj) , 
 
 IjfOT Harp ©f amy (Commtry- in darkness Ifonnidtkee., 
 Tke cold ekain ©f silence kadkiung o'er tkee l©ng ? 30 
 Wkem pF©iadly 9 nay owi Island Harp 9 1 mnlb©innd tkee 9 
 mA gaTe all tky chords t© ligkt 9 ifreed©nii 9 and s©ng t 
 IT ke- warm lay ©f l©Te and tke ligkt mote of gladness 
 
 re wakeai 9 dtky fondest 9 tky live lie st thrill £ 
 
 3Bmt 9 so ©ft kast tk©n eek©edtke deep sigk ©f sadness 9 
 
 Tkat ct 9 !' in tky niirtk it will' steal from tkee still,, 
 
 )ear Marp ©f amy e©mnta"yl faa°ewell t© tky nmna©ers 9 . 
 This sweet wreath ©f song is tke last we skall twine I 
 Gr© 9 sleep witktke smn shine ©f Fanie ©n tky slmnilbers 9 
 Till touch 9 d "iby s©nie kandless nnwortky than mine 
 If tke pmlse ©f tke patriot, s ©Idle r 9 ©r l©Yea% 
 Haye throb ib 9 d at ©mt lay 9 9 tis tky glory al©ne , 
 was ~but as the wind, passing heedlessly ©Tea° 9 
 And all tine wild sweetness I wak 9 d was tky ©wnu 
 
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 v ft o the 1 1 i I f - are g one g s HI i bm Beauty IbrigM 
 ! . 1 1 suct 9 s chain wove 9 
 Jffi tie n may dreamm of ti He , Fro no mo ra 1 1 1 1 a lgh.1 
 l©ve 9 still love o 
 New 1 1 ipe may blooina 9 
 And 1 d so | - 1 1 1, i v i D>me 9 
 (D1 J uaHdei* calmer beaMi 9 
 IBinl" there 9 s nothing hali so ■ sreet in life 
 As love* a a 1 IreamS 
 
 ■ - half so sweet In life 
 As Iova ; pea m 
 
 bard! to !'Mi, 1 fame may soar, 
 WTb.cn i ■' s past ^ 
 
 ' he win I : 9 d before 
 
 To simile at last J , 
 e 9 ll uneven meet 
 A j >o>^ so swe et 9 
 In all his noon o>f fame 9 
 As wh.cn first he sung to woman's ear 
 
 His son! -felt flame 9 
 And 9 at every close 9 she blmslhfdt© kear 
 Tike one lov'd name » 
 
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1 1 all i *w 9 1 fo Tin i 5 il e 9 e t for U ( -'T ^4 | 
 "Li eh first 1©t© trae 9 i ^ 
 gtiU it limgerimg laammts tk<e greenest sport 
 Db miemi©Fy 9 § waste 
 3 Twa§ odoiiT 11 eel 
 As s ©©3i as -ii 
 9 Twa§ m a>rmimg 9 § wimge 1 ireami g 
 5 Tw as all gM 9 that m e 9 er e fi :o sHi e n g aim 
 
 On life's dull stream S 
 Dli ! 9 twa § li -lil that m e 9 ei- c- aim shim e n | 
 On life"- lull streams 
 
: are o>mr soir©ws 9 t© Ha] we 11 forget tlkem 9 
 Amd smiile 11.lt oniigk d>hop tears 9 like a snimlbeaiLi! m showers 
 Tike re meYer were hearts 9 if ©mr idlers would let lliem^ 
 More formo 9 i to be grateful am<3 blesl than ©tots,, 
 
 Mas eeas'd to pain 9 . 
 I hop© h n § (- ■ ; iwre n th 9 1 1 it ro nun 1 with flowers 9 
 There counter ai mew limk 
 ©mr spirits to sink-— 
 [ >h I tike j o>y tha t e taste 3 life tike light of the p©les 9 
 
 Is a flask amid clar]kmes§ 9 too Tbrilliamt to stay^ 
 But, though 'twere the last little spark in ©nar souls 9 
 "^ e must light it up now 9 ©m ©pr lMnee 9 s Day,, 
 
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 (Comtemipt oxi tke mamioiii, wh© ©alls you iisloyal! 
 
 Th© 9 fierce to yomr f©e 9 to yoinr feiemds y©m are 'true 9 
 Amd the tribinte most high to a head that is 
 
 Is love from a heart tlnatl©ves lilbertv t©©„ 
 
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 die cowards 9 wk© IbligM 
 If ©tim 8 fame, t©hi]f riglkt 9 
 W©uild shrink froma tke Maze off tike "battle slyfsf 
 Tlie Standard ©f (Ureena 
 Im ffF©:irit w©iiild he seem 9 = 
 dDk 9 irony life ©m y©nir faithJ were yomi smni]La©:!ri 9 d 
 this laimiiil e 9 
 1f©ni 9 d east eTery "bitter rememhrairiee away 9 
 show what tike arm ©f old Erin has iai it 9 
 When roins 9 d "by the £©e 9 01 her Friiee 9 § Bay*, 
 
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 He l©Tes the Green. Isle 9 and his 1©tc is rei 
 
 In hearty whi eh have sniffer 9 d too mneh t© forget % 
 And hope stall Tbe crowi'i, and attachment rewarded. 
 And Erins gay jiibilee shine ©nit yet„ 
 Tke gemii imay "be hroke 
 By niiany a stroke 9 
 But nothing earn cloud-its native ray $■ 
 Each fragment will east 
 A light, to tke last 9 = 
 And thns 9 Erin 9 my eomntfT th© 9 hroken tk©ni art, 
 
 There 9 s a lustre within tkee 9 that ne 9 er will decay? 
 A spirit 9 which heanxs throiiigh eaek suffering part 9 
 i©w sniiles at all pain ©11 tke Prim 
 
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 9 Twa§ fromo I\ atkl e p ib § eyeg tue BLew 9 
 Eyes »f m©st Mmk©ly blue! 
 Ske liadL'-vM Mmo well und l©mg 9 
 Wisk 9 il LiiLi kers 9 ii©f tk©nigkt it mi 
 WTk« e r tike Sa i i odd !Ly 9 
 
 : till lie keard ker ligk.1l foot mlgkg' 
 - ' p ^-vkere* er la 1 1 ko r of 1 1 9 
 11 ker bt i ' b 
 
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 ! hi tke ib -.lb elM I i sag I , 
 
 al last » 
 Prea - -i i i i tkiml Quail B 9 er 
 
 Woiaa ,' Lammt him tke w., 
 
 I | Le&Tfl I i t.b-i-c 
 
 ker p©wep 9 iif f©mi3 *ke be : 
 bile p-piLp ke sleeps,, 
 : i lean n.iwl wee \> - . 
 
 fearless ske katS trae] '& bis feet 
 
 T© tkis r« I ' i I <l re ' peat 5 
 
 g melt kis yiew 9 
 ees met it t©© , 
 Ak 9 y©no° Saimts kave eirael kearts I 
 t« rally £ro:uo Ms bed ke starts 9 
 
 1 tl l rm<ffl b 3 repnilsiY e sk© elk 9 
 Hmrls ker jfpomGt tke beetlmg roek«j 
 
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[ m not tk tear at 
 
 m% i§ mot Hit tear nf this naaoMiemt sk©A 9 
 
 When the ©old turf lias just he em laid © 9 er him, 
 That Bam tell how ibel©v 9 d was the friend that's ffled< 
 
 1 1 ep in oi? hearts we deplore him., 
 9 Tis the tear, thro 9 many a long day wept , 
 
 i life°s whole path o 9 ershadc 3 ; 
 9 Tis the ©me re memhr am ce 9 fondly kept, 
 .Whem all lighter griefs have faded,, 
 
 
 
 Thins his memory like some holy light , 
 
 Kept alive im our hearts, will improve them 9 
 
 For worth shall look fairer, amd truth more bright 
 "Whem we thimk how he liv 9 dhmt to love themio 
 
 Amd, as fresher flowers the sod perfume 
 W here hnried saimts are lying 9 
 
 §© ©mr hearts shall horrow a sweet 9 mimg' hloom 
 Tii the image he left there im dying I 
 
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tiny form im yomthxinl prune 9 
 
 Mor thought that pale decay 
 Would steal Ibefore the steps of Time , 
 
 AmciL waste its Ibloom. away 9 Mary ! 
 If et still thy featuires wore that light 9 
 
 Whieh fleets mot with the hreath % 
 A.md. life ne 9 er loolidL more trimly "bright 
 
 Than inn thy smile of dLeath 9 B 
 
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L©Te stood near the MoTiee and listen 9 d 9 
 
 d ILoto is no noyiee in taking a Mint ° 
 Mis langhing Iblne eyes soon with piety glisten 9 A^ 
 His rosy wing tnrn 9 d to heaven's otoq. tirnto 
 
 S6 W1© would have thoiTght 9 99 the iiirehin eries 9 
 66 That Love eoiiilrl 10 well 9 so gravely olisgnise 
 64 Mis wandering wing§ 9 and wonnding eyes ?" 
 
 Love now warnis the e 9 walling and sleeping 9 
 Ifornmg Noviee 9 t© Mbhk all tJky orisons rise.. 
 He tinges the heavenly fonnt with his weeping' 9 
 Me Ibrightens the eensers flame with Ms sighs a 
 ]L ove is the Saint enshrin 9 d in thy "breast 9 
 And angels themselves wonild admit sneh a gnest 
 If he eame to them eloth 9 d in Piety 9 s vesto 
 
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and lb Fi girt fall ike swift sword off Efim " 
 Oi Mio. wk© tke "brave sons ©f HJsna ketFay 9 dI = 
 F©f ev'Fy fcnd eye ke katk waken 9 d a tear in, 
 
 drop from kis keaFt=w© minds skall weep © 9 er ker blade. 
 
 By tke red el©nid tkat knng ©veF <C©n©F 9 s dark dwelling 9 " 
 TTliem UladVtkFee ekampi©n§ lay sleeping im g©re = 
 
 By Ike Tbillows ©£ war, wkiek s© often, kigk swelling, 
 Have wafted tkese ker©es t© viet©Fy 9 s sk©re = 
 
 jwear to Fevenge lkeiiii=n© j©y skall Id e tasted, 
 Tke karp skall Ibe silent, tke niaiden nnwed, 
 ©hlf kails skal! Ibe muite and ©tot fields skall lie wasted, 
 Till vengeance is wrealid ©n tke ninirderer's keado 
 
 ITes, ni©nareki tk© 9 sweet are ©mf k©nie recollections , 
 Tkongk sweet aFe tke teaFS tkat fF©ni tendeFness fall: 
 
 Tk©ngk sweet aFe ©mf iBpiendskips, ©tdlf k©pes, ©mf affections 
 IRevemge ©n a tyrant is sweetest ©f all I 
 
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 the htt w U ibt ii$lvnTti 
 
 Mh$t tke kee is to tike floweret 9 
 
 Wkem Ike loots for komey=<ilew 9 
 Tkromgk tke leaTes tkat elose emikower it , 
 
 Tkat 9 miy l©Te 9 111 "be to youu 
 
 Wkat tke kaiaik 9 with verdure glowing 9 
 
 Is to waves tkat wamder iear 9 
 Wkisperimg kisses, wkile tkeyVe going , 
 kat I 9 11 ke to y©mL 9 my dear„ 
 
 Bint tkey say 9 tke kee 9 s a rover 9 
 
 Wko will fly 9 wkem sweets are gone % 
 
 Aid, wkem ©nee tke kiss is ©ver 9 
 Faitkless krooks will wander on 
 
 Nay 9 if flowers wi/Jlose their looks 9 
 If siny kamks mil wear awaT 9 
 
 9 Tis kmt rigkt 9 tkat kees and krooks 
 
 Skomld sip amd kiss tkemi 9 wkile tkey iaay 
 
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k$ t0 far fa(J» Jltpf ls»fo 
 
 it from tlie land where lier yommg Mr© sleeps, 
 Amtl lovers are rommd lier 9 sioMng I 
 But Boldly she turns from their gaze 9 am d weeps 9 
 JFof Iker heart in Ms grave is lying , 
 
 Sine lings tin.® wild somg o>f her dear native plains 9 
 Every mote wMelii lie l©v 9 d awaMmg 9 == 
 
 AJa! little they -Hiiik wko leligM in her strains, 
 How tike heart o>f the Minstrel is Tbrealkimg > 
 
 Jie had liVd for his lwe 9 i©r Ms country he ilied 
 Tuey were all tliat to life had entwin 9 1 Mm I 
 
 i a11 the tears of Ms eoumtry be dried. 
 r lomg will Ms love stay beMm d Mm . 
 
 Dm a make her a ^rave where the siimlbeams res 
 Wlkem they prraris© a glorious morrow % 
 
 They 9 11 sMme © 9 er her sleep lilie a siMle from 
 From Mr ©wn loved island of sorrow o 
 
Ne 9 er hath a lb© 
 Been Host in the stream 
 That bvcf was shed from thy f ram i - 
 The spell 
 The haliu of thy sighs ., 
 
 ee, and hallow may bowl , 
 Themfomey mot,, dearest, that wime earn steal 
 1 blissfol dreani of the heau I cue , 
 
 akem the pilgrim's zeal g 
 Thd »rightem§ my love for thee,, 
 
 f tell us that Love im his fairy Tbower 
 H a d im o blbash =pose§ bi rth di vime ° 
 
 He sprinkled the one with a rainbows shower. 
 But batli'd the itlimgwimeo 
 
 ji did the huds 
 T h at in amk [ >f th e 11 o © ds 
 Distitrd by the rainbow, deelime and fade. 
 While those which I 
 Of ruby had ly'd 
 Ai ; - ' Limit© beamty, like thee., sweet maid! 
 Them fancy not 9 dearest., that wine e 
 
 [ me blissfol dreani of the heart from me 
 Lite f©Mmts 9 that awaken the pilgrim's z 
 The howl out hriAtens my love for thee 
 

 
 ft? ntift bjpur mi fit 
 
 -ot the uinliiour of night 9 when stars are weeping 9 1 fly 
 1 s tike lone vale we lov 9 d 9 wlke:LLlii> mu.ut warmo In thine eyei 
 And I thin k o>ft 9 if spirits cam steal fromm tike regions 
 
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 To revisit past scenes o>f delight, thou.' wilt coxae 
 to me there 9 
 An '1 tell me ®mr love is rememh er H 9 ©Ten in tike sky 
 
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 T ken I sing tike wild song 'twas :xiee smeh pleasure to hear! 
 Wken a>ur voices eonimiingling hreath i 9 like Dne 9 on the ea?° 
 AmdL, as ]E elk o far off tjkroug'li the Tale iht sad oris wo 
 
 rolls 9 
 I tlkimkg o>h my love I tis thy voiee from 'Hie King- 
 1« ma o>f § Q>nls 9 S9 
 Faintly answe ring i motes that snce were so dear 
 
 D.lfeclise, RJi . 
 
t y©mmg moon is hea>iiQiimg 9 love. 
 
 The gl aw =w o) Tiii § la nip is gle a o ■ I n g , 1© ve s 
 
 m ,,--■-- sweet to roye 
 
 T hr o ui gk 3 i ©rma 9 s g r ©t e 9 * 
 When tke i.r©wsy world is ilreamimg 9 -l©ve 2 
 Then awake ; — tike keawms look bright 9 my le; 
 *Tis moTor too late for ieligktp my iiear 9 - 
 
 And the Id est of all Trays 
 
 To lengthen our tlay§ 9 
 Is to steal m few komrs from the night, my dear ! 
 
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S life Is all eke {juLe^d with pleasmres amd w©es 9 
 Tkat chase ©me another like waves of tke deep,= 
 Eaeh brightly ©r darkly., as ©mward it iQL©ws 9 
 
 >:llei j 1iiiiE> ©hup eyes 9 as tkey sparkle ©r weep., 
 S© cl©sely ©mr wMiris ©11 ©nr miseries tread, 
 
 'hat tke lamgk is awak 9 d ere tke tear earn ke dried° 
 AmL as fast as tke raim=dr©p of Pity is shed, 
 
 Tke E>©©se=plTn:mage ©f Folly earn tuirm it aside 
 But pledge me tke enp=iiF existence w©mild el©y 9 
 
 ^ith hearts ever kappy 9 amd keads ever wise g 
 Be ©Mrs tke light Sorrow, half-sister t© Joy, 
 
 Ami tke light 9 ©Alliamt Folly tkat flashes amd dies Q 
 
 \ ken Hylas was semt witk kis iin t© tke fcuimtg 
 Thro* fields foil of light, amd witk keart fall ©f play, 
 
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 T.I. Becked 
 
ILIght raiiilble'dtlie Ib(Dy 9 ©ver iiiead.©w and. iiaommt 9 
 
 Anid neglected, his task for the flowers ©in the way„ 41 
 Thus many, like me, wh© im youth should have tasted 
 
 Tke fouimtalm tkat mims hy Pkil©s©pky 9 s slmime 9 
 Their tune with the ifllowers ©m the margiii have wasted 
 
 And. left their light uirms all as empty as inline „ 
 IB mt pledge nne the G>©Met£==while Idleness weaTes 
 
 These flowerets t©gether 9 shomld Wisd©iiii knit see 
 One lb right drop ©f tw© that has falTim ©m the leaTe 
 
 FroiDCL her fkiimtaiii drome g 9 tis smllieieiiit f©r Mie 
 
 Oise, B..A 
 
 II Seeker. 
 
Eriis We g 
 Tro sport awlniie 9 
 Lot© am& Valour T^.amnler^rl.-, 
 itla Wit g the sprite 9 
 Whose quiver bright 
 A thousand arrows squander rl, 
 Wlaere 9 er tlkey pass 9 
 W A triple grass 42 
 
 Slkoots iop 9 with dew=drops streamaimg , 
 As softly green 
 As emeralds seem 
 Thro 9 purest crystal gleaming , 
 the BmanDLFoelkg ike green, imiimiortal Shaioroeky/ 
 Dlkosen leaf 
 Q)f Bard ami (Chief 9 
 Did Erin's native Shamrock! 
 
 D.Madise, B..A.. 
 
 
Wit p e re © ive § 
 
 Tike triple leases 9 
 " Anil erie§ 9 ^O liu cl© mot sever 
 'A type 9 tlaat Mentis 
 ' T hre e g© Alike frie n dLs 9 
 
 L ©ve 9 Yal©mr 9 Wit 9 for ever V 
 
 
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Uttf if ©'Ikarik 
 
 smiling Ibeiore me, 
 Wliere lately 1 left her kekimd^ 
 Ifet I trenilbled., and something knuag o'er me : 
 Tkat saddened tke joy of my ziiimmL 
 
 id for tlie lamp wkidfo, ske told me 9 
 Skoinild skime, wken ker Pilgrim retmrnf d % 
 But, tk©ugk darkness lbegan to infold me, 
 No lamp fromi tke Tbattlements kurn d! 
 
 I flew to ker ekaialbeP'== 9 twas l©nely, 
 As if tke Iot d tenant lay dead|= 
 i\k, would it were deatk, and deatk only I 
 IB nt no, tke young false ©me kad flecL 
 tkere kung tke lute tkat ©ould soften 
 Tery worst pains int© Miss % 
 WMle tke kand, tkat kad walk 9 d it so ©item, 
 Now tkrolbl/d t© a pr©ud rival 9 s kiss a 
 
 T i E etfet 
 
Tine i j e w i ! ~ as biijQ 1 9 Ik Is est ©f it © m e m 9 
 
 Wlaem -Breffiii's good sword would Inave sought 
 
 Tliat in a 11., Hiqp© 9 a million of f©e]DQiem 9 
 Wli© dar 9 d but to wrong tike© m though 
 
 ^ jfoile n [j m —- = r-li ilegemepate iHamgliLtei 
 I E.Fim 9 la©w fffclFm is tiny fame ! 
 
 And tlircd ages jj! j bondage amd slamgMer 9 
 ©itr comtiT slnall bleeder \L^ slnanae-o 
 
 Already^ tine purse is mpom iiep 9 
 
 An - ■ | ! - ! m r ■• vi S| 1 1 j - s profane % 
 
 They i i r i iHvide 9 t© iisk©m©iiir 9 
 
 ts 1 1 i By loi i g will re maim 
 Burt ©mward !===ike ^reen lbaiamer rearing, 
 &© 9 fleslhi every sword U tine Mlt| 
 
 i is Yirtme and Erimu 
 \ >m ,! : is tike Saxom and ^nilt ., 
 
 
 
 

 [ow maeelkly ske MessenLker kniiMMe l©t 9 
 When tke §tramger 9 William^, kacl made ker Ms brid e 
 
 Am<il©T<e was tke ligM ©f tkeir lowly e©t Q 
 T©getker tkey toil 9 d tkuwigk wimds amd f>aim§ 9 
 
 Till William, at lemgtk 9 im sadmess Raid, 
 46 We moist seek ohm fortuijae 01 ©iker plains f 9 < 
 
 Tkem 9 sigkMgc, p^ke left ker lowly |k em3 
 
Tliey roa]mi 9 d a lome; and a weary way, 
 
 or mmiehwas the maidens heart at ease 
 Wheia mow, at close of one stormy clay, 
 
 Tliey see a proud eastle auaomg ike trees „ 
 16 To=migM 9 99 said the youth, s we 9 H shelter there \ 
 
 "The wimdM©^ - eold^ the hour is late f 9 
 So he Mew the homa with a ehieftaim 9 s air. 
 
 An 1 the Porter b i iw 9 1 1 , as they pass 9 i the gata 
 
 "Now, welcome, ]L ad! <am\i the youth, — 
 
 ss This e astle is thl me, a m i i th e 5 e lark w« »©d§ 
 
 She helieVd Mm erased, but Ms words were truth 
 [em is Lady of ffilosma Hall I 
 
 And learly the Lord of M.osnia loyes 
 
 "^ hat Wllliama the stranger woo 9 d and weds; 
 
 And the light a>£ bliss, in these lordly proves, 
 Shimes pure as it did in the lowly shedo 
 
 2. Maxilise, P.. A, 
 
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Mh me ux&t ttfl« ®i ^iimmti 
 
 5 the last rose of smmmier 
 Left M©©mimg al©me ° 
 All ker l©Tely companions 
 
 Are faded and tjoie ° 
 No flower of ker kindred 9 
 
 © rose -fond Is mi gin.. 
 To reflect kaek ker Mmskes 9 
 
 Or £>Ito si£>k for sigk 
 
 I'll mot leaTe tkee 9 tkom lome ©me I 
 
 To pine ©m tke steia° 
 Since tke 1©t©1j are sleeping, 
 
 Go, sleep tkoui iritk tke mi 
 Tims kindly I scatter 
 
 Thy leaTe § o 9 er tke "bed, 
 Wkere tky mates of tke garden 
 
 Lie scentless and deado 
 
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MimstFel=]B©y t© tike war is geme 9 
 Im tlie Faints of cLeatt y©th 9 11 find. Miqdl° 
 Mis fat Ike p 9 s sw©FciLte lias girded ©iii 9 
 
 cl Ms Tnld tarp *lhi:au' t eliiin 7 ] Linm , = 
 Land of song; 99 said tte wappi©p=baFtl 9 
 T Jko 9 mil tlit w©fI d "betrays tliee 9 
 §w©fA 9 at lea§t 9 t]hy rigtts stall grnaF 
 fai-tliiiil kmrp stall praise 4lh.ee l" 
 
 
 
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 Tlie B^stpelfeUl— ^ntilicfociiiaji's ©kalis 
 
 Comlrl mot Ibrimg Ms pWiad soul tader ° 
 Tike Jkarp Ike l©Y 9 diie 9 ©F spoke again 9 
 
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 fW lie tore its ejLords astnwJLsr § 
 And §aid/ s N© daks skall sully tkee 9 
 
 "TTkoTii somI of Hoy© amd "bravery X 
 S6 Tky § i .mgs i* ere made for tke pure »md frej 
 & S6 Tkev siaaMmcTcr sonuadim slavery* 9 ' 
 
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 I b swe e 1 1 o tlhralk 9 tlaat 9 wJke r e 9 e r w e r OTe 9 
 
 We are sure tc find some tiling Tblissftnl and dear 
 And tlkait 9 when we 9 re far froma tike lips we lowe 9 
 
 "W eVe knit to mate l©Te t© tike lips we are near J 1, 
 Tike keartgliTke a tendril 9 aeemst©i8QL 9 d to elimg 9 ■ 
 
 JLe.i" it grow wkere it will 9 cannot fflomri.sk alone 9 
 Bii will lean t© tike nearest*, and loTeliest h ldng 9 
 
 It can twine wi tin. itself!, and make closely its own 
 Tlien k^wkat pleasiiire 9 wlie]i © 9 eF we tw« 9 
 
 Tote sure to find § - Ikimgg still, that is i.ear 9 
 
 - Im 1 [ ::; , wken far froni Ike lips we love, 
 
 e 9 we hilt to mate love to tike lips we are near 
 
 T. E Becksr. 
 
~ ; Twere a sliame 9 wihiem flowers around ms rise 9 
 
 T© make light of tike rest, if the rose isn't there s 
 Ami the world's so rick im resplendent eyes 9 
 
 9 Twere a pity to limit ome 9 s love to a pair,, 
 Love's wing and the peacock's are nearly alike 9 
 
 They are Tb©th ©f themi "bright 9 Tbmt they're changeable too, 
 Amil 9 wherever anewheama ©f Ibeaiuty 'pan §trike 9 
 
 It will tinctnre lL©ve 9 s pinnae with a olifferent line., 
 Them ©h! what pl'easnj°e 9 where'er we r©ve 9 
 
 T© ibe sire t© fimcl ? uu.ietMig 9 still 9 that is dear. 
 And t© kmow 9 whem far from tlie lips we love 9 
 ^e "but t© make love to the lips we are 
 
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 =Tbnit wIiemeTeF youi Treleoiae tike 1ioiilf 9 
 Tlkat awaliems tike aiiglit=s©nig of niirtli im jomr "bower,, 
 Tlkem tlklmk of tike friend win© ©iiee weleom'tl it to© 9 
 And forgot Ms owfi gFiefs to "be liappy witia youi , 
 His griefs inuay retnLrm, mot a tope imay remiaim 
 ©f tike few that liare "bFigMeiiiM Ms pathwaT of paiaa 9 
 But lie me 9 er Trill forget tlie short Yisi©m 9 that threw 
 i: i smehamtmiemt around hiiti 9 while limg 9 rimg with youi. 
 
 Amtl still ©i that eTemimg 9 when pleasure fills iip 
 To tike highest top sparkle eaelilieart amd eaeli emp 9 
 Wliere 9 er hit path lies 9 lbe it gloomy of briglkt 9 
 My §©nil 9 happy friends 9 shall Ibe with yom that might l 
 
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 Skall joiim im your revels, yoiw sp©rts 9 aiMLyoinir wiles 9 
 AmkretmriDi to me,heamimg -all © 9 ©r witkyomr smiles » 
 To© blesl ,if $Jt tells me that, 9 mid itke gay ekeer 
 Some Tkimcl voice ha&mnrminir'd, 66 ! wisk ke were here ! ' 
 
 Lei Fate Id her worst, there are relies ©f j©y 9 
 EMght dreams of the past 9 wkiekske eammot destroy ; 
 Which comae m tine itigbft-time ©f sorrow aaad care, 
 Amdhrimg Tbaelk Che features I bal j • y used to wear, 
 I,,! | , | 1 1 1 i 1 1 my he art- with such memories' ffnlT 1 1 
 Like the vase 9 im wkiek roses kave omcelbeem iist51Td-= 
 Yon may kreak 9 y©m may skatter tlie Tase,if yom will. 
 But the seemt of the roses will hamg rommd it stilL 
 
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'Jn wmm tbt h$W 
 
 U h WMW£% tke k©pe§> that m - 
 
 If iky smiles kad left mie t©o ° 
 1 9 d weep wkem fkiemds deeeiye nae 9 
 
 If thorn wert 9 like tkemij, mmtrae 
 IBwt wkile iVe tkee Before Bie,, 
 
 "With keart s© varan amd eyes s© Tbri| 
 M© el©nds earn limber © 9 er mac 9 
 
 Tkat smille tonus tkema all t© light o 
 
 9 Ti§ mot im fate t© karai me, 
 
 Wkile fate leayes tky l©ye t© mac % 
 
 9 Tis mot in joy to ekarum me, 
 Unless j©y Ibe skared witk tkeeo 
 
 One miimmite 9 s dreani about tkee 
 
 ere wortk a long,, am endless year 
 
 Of waMmg Miss without tkee P 
 My ©Toa l©ye 9 may only dear I 
 
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And tli© 9 tike hope Ibe g©ne 9 l©ve 9 
 Tliat long sparkled © 9 er our way, 
 
 Oh!. we shallj©nrney ©n 9 l©ve 9 
 More safe ly 9 with© mt its ray- 
 
 Far Ibetter lights shall win me 
 
 Along tlie path Pve yet t© roams — 
 lie nalffldL tliat Tbnrns wit Mm iue 9 
 And pure smiles fr©ni tliee at home 
 
 Tlmis 9 when tlie lamp that lighted 
 
 The traveller at first goes ont 9 
 He feels awhile "benighted. 
 
 And looks rouirl in fear and donlbt , 
 3nit s©©n 9 tlie prospect eleajing 9 
 
 By el<i 'in dless starlight o>n he treads* 
 And thinks no lamp so cheering 
 
 As that light which Heaven sheds 
 
 D. IV&clise _R,A 
 
m v<j)%t Ibmiaper at parting =41 ' im 
 
 Have circled tTfoe Tboard sii 
 
 Tlie fullest, tine saddest rfamy 
 
 ffiLeaaaiffl - ~; j.e er rm 9 b — § ^"eto 
 Tire sweetm e i a blaat pleasure Jkatli in it 
 S^*s[H? Is always s© si w t< comae forth* 
 
 Tkat seldom, alas 9 till the mimmte 
 
 
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 Jttt lieSg i© we km©w half its ^©rth 
 
 
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 JBtqlH; TOnie,=niay ©mr life 9 s happy measure 
 Be all of smell moments made np° 
 
 They're "bom ©m the bosomi of Fie aspire.-, 
 They die 'midst tlie tears of the ejap 
 
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 As D>mward we j©"ra°mey p h©w pleasant 
 
 To pause and inhabit awkile 
 Those few suiiimy spots 9 like the present^ 
 
 That mid the chill wilderness simile ! 
 But Time, like a pitiless master, 
 
 (Dries 66 ©mwapdP 9 amd spuirs tke gay hours 
 Af never l©th Time travel faster 9 
 
 Than whem Ms way lies auiiomg flowers » 
 But e©me==may omr life' s happy measwe 
 
 Be all of snieh moments made nip* 
 Tliev'f e Ibom 01 tike bosom ©f Pleasure, 
 
 They die midst the tears of the ©mp 
 
 We saw h©w the sium looked in sinking, 
 
 The waters beneatk him how b right % 
 Am! now, let ©nr farewell ©f -drinking 
 
 JResemble that farewell ©flight,, 
 "Yom saw h©w he fimisk 9 d 9 by darting 
 
 His keani © 9 er a deep billow's brim. 
 So, fill up, let's shine at ©nr parting, 
 
 In full liquid glory 9 like him Q 
 
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 AimI ©111 may ©mm life's happy imeaswe 
 Of laoiiDiemts like this Ibe made up 9 
 
 9 Twas Tborm ©m the lb©s©m ©iF Pleasure 9 
 It (dies 9 Miii<flL the tears ©f the emp., 
 
 ( ! jS|E<fip s©it©w thy y©MUig days shaded 9 
 
 As el©nid§ © 9 er the momlmg" fleet 2 
 T©© fast haTe th©se y©imnig days faded, 
 
 That 9 eYem in s©rr©w 9 were sweet ? 
 
 B)©es Tiuiie with his c©ld wing wither 
 
 ■ Eaeh feeling) that ©mee was dear?== 
 
 Theii 9 ehild ©f misf©i°fcoie 9 e©iaie hither, 
 
 FH weep with thee 9 tear f©r tear,, 
 
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 Has love to that sbmlg so temder 9 
 Been like ©it Lag© mi am miime/ 6 
 
 ^ ' h e i j e ^ i : > n i j I d r s of o ©1 d e m s p leu domr 
 ©vei the smrfaee shime«= 
 
 Bmt 9 if ib pursuit we g© deeper 9 
 AlIirM by tike g Leami that sh©me 9 
 
 Alt ! lEalse as ike dream ©f the sleeper* 
 Li] Be, the bright ore is gome, 
 
 BIopiBg like the bird im the story/" 
 Tli, 1 ci from tree to tree 
 
 With the talis am 9 s ^itterimg glory= 
 i been that bird t© thee? 
 I > i j n ±1 eh after brameh ali gl r! io i g 9 
 The gemm lid she still display 9 
 An 1 ', ! nearest ulcD - i Lmvitimg 9 
 
 Them waft the fair gem away ? 
 
 If thins the young hoiirs have £leeted 9 
 
 When sorrow itself looked bright » 
 If thms the fair hope hath ©heated , 
 
 That led thee alomg so light? 
 If thms the cold world mow wither 
 
 Eaeh feeling that ©mee was 
 C ''Hie ehild of moisffoxtmhe, come hither 
 
 111 weep with thee 9 tear for tear.. 
 
 
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 Let fate frown ©m, .so we love and part mot % 
 9 Tis life where ihom art, 'tis death where thou art 
 Them conae © 9 ei° the sea, 
 Maidem, with aiie, 
 (Donne wherever the wild wind 
 !>eas©ms miay roll. 
 But the trme s©ml 
 Bmrms tike sarnie, where 9 er it goes,, 
 
 not the sea 
 
 A U i :1'(- 1' -F ti.ir ll'Af'e, 
 
 Land f©r c©mT , ts and chains 
 
 Mere we are s. 
 
 B^iut, ©m the waves, 
 B©ve and L liberty's all ©Mr ©wm<> 
 ^© eye to watch, amd m© t©mgme t© w©Miid m 
 AH earth forgot, amd all lieavem arommd ms= 
 
 TlieM c©ime © 9 er tike sea, 
 
 Maidem, with mie, 
 Mime tlir© 9 smmshime, storm, amd sm©ws % 
 
 §eas©ms miay roll, 
 
 Bmt tike trMe s©m! 
 Bmfms tike sarnie, wliere 9 er it g>©es» 
 
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 Stem iix%% I wud Mhtt 
 
 WlLI|jnit first 1 met thee, "warm a'md y©imijg 9 
 
 There sh©me smclk tnitli ah ©nit thee, 
 And ©m thy lip sweh promise kiung, 
 
 I did mot dare to d©mJb)t ttee o 
 I saw ttee ehamge, yet still relied.-, 
 Still clung with hope the fonder. 
 And tkomght, th© 9 false t© all heside 9 
 Fr©ni nil p. th©in. t ciiia;! not wander,, 
 But g© 9 deeeiYerl g© 9 
 
 The heart, whose hopes ©©mild make it 
 Trust ©me s© false, s© low, 
 
 Beserres that thou shomldst Break it „ 
 
 em every temgiiie thy follies na~Hi 9 d, 
 I fled the mHweleoMie st©ry | 
 
 fomncL, in eVn the faults they Main d. 
 Some gleams ©f fiatmre gl©ry 
 
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 I still was i2 j Tie 9 when nearer lrien< L§ 
 
 spire I to wrong* to sM gl tit I kee s 
 TliP heart th i i tloy falsehood r* 
 ^onLHlienhave Meil to right thee 
 
 | Q> 9 «= 
 
 < 3ay , | leitaps, Qu >u i 
 
 From pleasTiire 9 § ii 
 
 The gri i nssaken 
 
 Even m<ow 9 tlb ' na has slued , 
 
 © lights of age adorn thee J , 
 Tltae few 9 onee 9 have fiedl 9 
 
 An <1 th Hatter seorn thee Q 
 
 Thy midnight emp is pledged to slaveSg 
 
 p -,i Lai ties enwreatL 
 The - ' ■ i 1 1 8 . 
 
 Ha b old hearts ibeneath it 
 
 — g <v=th© 9 worlds were thine 9 
 I woml'cL molt now smrrender 
 One taintless tear ©£ niine 
 For all thy guilty splendour ! 
 
 And lays miay eonnie 9 'th©n false one; yet. 
 
 When even those ties shall sever % 
 When thou wilt eall 9 with Tain regret 9 
 >nher thorn 9 st lost for ever° 
 
 
 
 

 
 (Da lier wli© 9 iioi tlky f ©irhiiiiie 9 s fall 9 
 
 Witlh smiles Ikari still reeeiVl tlaee 9 
 And gladly lied to prore tlkee all 
 Her famey first Ibeliey 9 1 tlkee „ 
 'K©==o°o= 9 tis yaiiii t© (eia.r§e 9 
 
 9 Tis weakness t© uipTbrail tlkee % 
 Mate e&mmot wist tlh.ee worse 
 
 Tlian guilt ami shame liaye male tlkee 
 
 
 
 
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e tread the land that lb ©re ns 9 
 Her greem flag glitters © 9 er ns. 
 The friends we'ye tried 
 Are hy ©nr side, 
 md the foe we hate "before lis <> 
 
 Farewell, IE rim 9 == farewell, all 9 
 h© liye t© weep ©iir fall 1 
 
 IRwte IT lie b«t in 
 
 ,-f time IVe lost im w©©img 
 In watekipg amd puirsniimg 
 
 The light 9 that lies 
 
 Im w©Miam s' eyes 9 
 Has Tbeen my heart's nim doing » 
 Th© 9 Wisdom ©ft has sought me 9 
 I seorm 9 d the lore she TbromLg'ht nae 9 
 
 My ©mly lb©©ks 
 
 Were woman 9 s looks 9 
 Amd folly 9 s all tkeyVe taught me „ 
 
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Soma© Irops were imtka.it lb owl 9 
 
 ReniaiMs of last might 9 § jfrleasiire, 
 WMh wmiela. the Sparks of SomI 
 
 ix* d tike If Ibumiimg treaswre » 
 Hemee the goblet 9 >^ shower 
 Hath siiieh spells to wra es° 
 emee its mighty power 
 
 © 9 er t'Jiat 11 n me ^ itljiim nu^ . 
 Fill tlie bumper fair ! 
 ETery clrop we sprimMe 
 Vr tike I f (Care 
 
 ■ i 'tins away a wrmlxle 
 
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mot kiltie welcome (Hie fairy miiHiQtlbers 
 
 ! ifmniisie ifall on tike sleepers ear; 
 Wlnem Inalf^awaMmg from fearfiil sliiiittlbejrg. 
 
 He ilaimlks ike fell (pure of heaven is near,— 
 TLfiji ©aine thai voice, wheik, all $©i°saliem 9 
 
 Tliis heart long had sleeping lain, 
 "^ra j thought its eoldl pulse would e^ cr waken 
 
 Ti, §ueh]bemigm 9 Messed sounds B.ga 
 
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j&d tkoTHLgk Fortnne may seeni t© Jfoave tiini dfromitlie dwelling 
 Of Mm then re garde st her faT©nrIng ray., 
 Tli©n wilt find there a gift,-, all her treasures excelling; 
 Which, proudly lie feels, hath ennobled Ms t, 
 
 9 Tis that freed© mi ©f mind, wliieh n© vnlgar d©nainl©n 
 
 in tnrn from, tlie path a pnre c©nseience appi°©Tes ° 
 WMch, with h©pe in the lie art, and n© chain ©n the 
 Holds upwards Its course t© the light wliich it Ioycs „ 
 
 9 Tis tMs makes tlie pride ©f Ms Mimlble retreat, 
 
 And 9 witli tMs ,th©ngh ©fall other treasures TbereaYed, 
 
 Tlie "breeze ©f Ms garden to Mm is more 
 
 Tlian tlie eostliest incense tliat Pomp e 9 er reeeiYeiL 
 
 Then, e©m.e,=if a lb©ard s© nntenipting liatli power 
 T© win tliee fi°oni grandenr, its "best shall "be tliine ° 
 
 And there's ©ne,l©ng the light of the hard's happy Ib©wer 
 Wli©^ sniiling will Mend her lb 
 
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History's Muise like in em ©rial was I Keeping 
 Of all that ilk© (dark ham cl ©f EDestimy weate?, 
 Beside her tike (G-eminis ©£ Erim §t©©d weeping., 
 F©rhers was tike st©ry that Matted the leaTes 9 
 Bunt ©Ik! lk©w the tear in her eyelids grew hrtghtc, 
 Wheni, after wli©le pages ©£ sorrow amd shame 9 
 She saw History write 9 
 With a peine il of light 
 That illniijii'tl the whole solium© 9 her We Him atom's m 
 
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nil, Star of my I I pint, .aU sparkling 
 
 Witli Tbeamis, snacln as break fe© ml her om • He i kies== 
 
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 Ve watelk'il ■ ■ ! i i " me to arise 
 
 "For, £k© 9 Heroes IVe mTnualber'd, iiimiblest was tkeir lol , 
 l umliiall " sleep in Hit i r iFaxues— = 
 
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 "(Dm -Mm bom's name 
 
 *"Yet still ike lasl ei i '"niaimim^., 
 
 "Tib ' kasl pet lmowm$ 
 
 I Lier nations romeJLiiaMM i Lg 9 
 "Far pr> lc deep worni i - wHo 
 
 46 At tlie i >e weal tkomi t&asl I d>cI 
 
 r© 9 plea! tie la ml thai 6irs1 eradlletd! bj i y tame , 
 
 "Of laer tears BauHmerlblood., . 
 
 Let the rainbow of Hope "be ner "Wellim^toja's name I 9 
 
 
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 ' ! 1 p gome, and for eyer, tke liglit we saw "breaking, 
 
 Like Heaven's first fflacwn © 9 er tike sleep ©f tke dead 
 Wkem Man, from tke slumber ©f ages awaking, 
 
 3L©©k 9 d upward^, an d Mess 5 d tke pure ray, ere it fflecL 
 3 Tis g©ne, and tke gleams it has left of its knrning 
 But leepen tke long might ©f k©ntiLage and mourning', 
 Tkat dark o'er the kingdoms ©f eartkis returning, 
 
 And darkest of all, kapless Erin, o'er thee „ 
 
 For high was tkyk©pe, wlken those glories were lartnmg 
 \ Around thee 9 thro 9 all tke gross cloud? D>fthew©rld 9 
 Wkem 1 Trutk, from ker fetters indignantly starting. 
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 Amid a lie art and m hand all thy ®wm t© flue last. 
 
 01k! what was 1©t© made f©r 9 if tis ii©t tlie Sana© 
 Thr© 7 j©y and tkr© 9 t©rmieinLt 9 thr© 9 gloyy and slfoaumpfj 
 
 1 km©w m©t 9 I ask m©t 9 if guilt's in tin at lie art, 
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 Andtky Amgel 111 be, 'mi&tbe borrors of thi&g— 
 TIif© 9 tbe farmaee, imsbriiiMiLg, tby steps "ho pursue 9 
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 The truest, llu- . the brave, 
 
 All g one = an d tli p b rn gbt h | - rt sh'cl 
 
 Gome with tbeia, and joiemeh'ri! in their grave! 
 
 Oh! B©mld we from deatbbn ver 
 
 Tho> e hearts as tbey bonn i ie 1 1 b efc >re , 
 
 In the face d bigb heaVi) fa llight over 
 That eombat for ffre<i nee more 2= 
 
 Comlidtbe cdiain for an Imstamt be riven 
 ^1 MpL Tyranny Unng r< nnd us them 
 
 Mo, tis mot im Mam 9 nor in Heaven.-, 
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 The name of ©nr Victor niay be 9 
 
 AeenLrst is fiie march of that glory 
 
 Which, treads ©*er the hearts of the free 
 
 Far dearer tike grave of the prison., 
 Dimmed by ©me patriot name. 
 
 Than tike trophies of all^wlko have risen 
 On L liberty's rains to fame , 
 
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 I ill) gemtle Marp 9 oiee more I -waken 
 
 The sweetness ©f thy shimlbering strain £ 
 In tears ©nr last farewell was taken, 
 
 Anil now in tears we meet again „ 
 No light ©f j©y hath o'er thee "broken., 
 
 But, like tliose Harps wk©se heav 9 nly skill 
 Of slavery, dark as thine, hath spoken, 
 
 Tlkon hancfst np©n the willows still., 
 
Ami yet 9 simee last iky chord resounded. 
 
 Am howr ©£ peace amdtiiminpk eamie 
 AxinLmamy aim arlemt hosomi hommded 
 
 With hopes=that mow are tmrarcL to § 
 Yet evem 1fhm 9 while Peace was simgimg 
 
 Her halcyon somg © 9 er lamd amd sea 9 
 Th© 9 joy an ' others hrimgimg 9 
 
 She only In bw tears to theeo 
 
 Theiigwh© earn aslk for Knotes i »f pleasure 9 
 My cbroopimg Harper© m shards like thine? 
 
 Alas 9 the lai ismre 
 
 Asillirould suit the swam 9 s decline! 
 
 © r h [ m shall 1 9 wh© I© ye 9 ^ 1 1 1 I ' 1 ess thee 9 
 ImToke thy hre aith for Fre e 3 1 n , f § strains 9 
 
 When ey'm the wreath* in whi eh I jr ess 11 1 l<b b 9 r$ 
 Are sadly naix 9 d— =half llow¥s,hal£ chains? 
 
 Bmt eome=if yet thy frame cam borrow 
 
 ©me hreath of joy, ©h,lbreathe f« »r ame .. 
 And show the w« rld,in ehaims and sorrow, 
 
 How sweet thy music still cam be° 
 How gaily, eym mid glod ! suir©undimg 9 
 
 Thou yet eamst wake at pleasure 9 ^ thrill = 
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 With smile s tha I tat as well "be tears., 
 
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 He u j eniVy bri ag§ < i - 1 1 a i k again 
 Eaek early tie that twi a 1 1 1 1 
 
 b pft that circles then 
 To tin ose b 9 v« 
 
 lci el I ' 1 1 1 § , w<£ meet 
 >r Tale enKPili.' uting, i 
 
 liow'ry, wild, and sweet. 
 Am 1 1 I ait l©ve is wanting % 
 
 We thin! .neat kad lbeem ©w bliss, 
 
 , i l bm i assign 9 $ ns 
 1 1 1 i .i c enes lite this , 
 Wi I Le we've left "behind id - 
 
 iraVHers ©ft look ibaek at eve., 
 Wliem eastwaFcl darkly go in 
 To gaze upon that light tke y leave 
 Still faint Ibelbind them glowing 9 == 
 , rken the close of plea sure's day 
 T© gloom hath tear consign d in - , 
 We twn to catch ©me Hading Fay 
 ©T that's left kehimcl ns 
 
In tkt Warning jpf f iff 
 
 qJJJDS tike niormimg ©f M£fe 9 wliem Its eaFes are mm]km©wm 9 
 
 Ami. its pleasures im all tike If mew lustre "begin, 
 W^hem we live im a IbrIgJlit=lbeamiImg w©f1dL ©f ©tulf owe, 
 
 Amd tke liglit that smrF©iiim:dLs uis Is all fi°©na witklm 5 
 Ot °ti§ mot.-, IbelleTe iae 9 Im tliat kappy time 
 
 We eaml©ve 9 as Im k©miFs ©f less tramsp©Ft we iaay^= 
 CDf ©hif smiles, ©f ©tlilf ]k©pes 9 9 tis tke gay smmmy prime , 
 
 But fflffeetiom is truest wkem tkese fade away „ 
 
 Wkem we see tke Hirst gl©ry ©f y©mlk pass ms lby 9 
 
 ILIke a leaf ©m tike stream tlkat will never retiiirm 9 
 Wlkem ©mf eiiip 9 wkiekkad sparkled witk pleasniFe so MgB 
 
 First tastes ©f tke ^tMe^ike daFk=fl©wimg iri° 
 Tkem, tkem is tke time wkem afleetl©m holds sway 
 
 With a depth and a temdeFmess j©y meye? kmew ° 
 ]L©ve 9 miiFsed ami©mg pleasures, is faithless as tkey 9 
 
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 IB e la- faialt i ^ ow l his follies forgot Iby tkee tkeni \wJ0S - ■" 
 
 0r g if from their sluLUiiilber tine Teii "be reniow i i 9 " j $yf J| lidl 
 
 o a> 9 er tme-m in .silenee 9 and elose it again . 
 
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 Tike revealimgs, that taiigkt kini true l©Ye t© ad<t i i 
 
 feel tke bright presence, and turn Mm •with skamie 
 Ff d m fh e i dels lie Mindly had knelt t© "before <> 
 
 if the waves of a Bfe 9 l©mg benighted and wild, 
 Tli ©ui i ■ ft golden ©alin o'er tke sea° 
 
 aFely amid glowingly smiled 
 tds ev'ming b : light was from thee o 
 
 
 5j|) And } of past folly might rise, ^pl 
 
 And the ' l i raid allmre Mini t© stray ? 
 
 0& He but tram 9 d to tike glory tliat dwelt in these eyes, 
 Amd tke folly, the felselkoodj soon Taimisk 9 d away,, 
 i \ - tke Priests of tke Smn 5) Yrken tkeir altar gFew dim., 
 
 At tke day-lbeam alone eomld its kiistre repair, 
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 Me knit flew to ' ale and rekindled it tke re „ 
 
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 Ti-h, timgray 9 with tempting .ray, 
 
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 IlF ehoiee may fall* our choice may fa 
 Te 9 re sure to find Love there 9 b 
 
 Ipink them all X s d Irini them all I 
 
 In §©nie 9 as in a mirror, 
 
 s eenis p qn*rtray 9 d 9 L©Te seems pourtrayM, 
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 = ■ - r his shade, 'tis hut his shade 
 Himself has fexd his Swelling 
 
 la e y § w 9 in eyes we know,. 
 
 And Eps=hmt this is telling =*■ 
 
 ^ here th« f g ! § ^ere they go ■ 
 Fill tit..., Ml mp=where 9 ier 9 I 
 
 Our choice may fall, ur choice may fall 
 We 9 re sure to find Love there 9 hoy 9 
 So drink them all I so Mnk them all ! 
 
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 Tike lbrigliie st Wit cai fan 1 1§ ° 
 
 We 9 11 take a flight 
 T©w 9 rils lieaTeii to -might 9 
 
 A m-il leave dull earth Tbehimd ms,, 
 Binomial lL©ve aimicl 
 The "wreaths Ibe hid 9 
 
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 Tke Brightest Wit earn find uls § 
 1VM take a fligM 
 Tow Feds keaYeii to-migl.it. 
 Aid leave dull eartli IbeMmol us 
 
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 F oli i aiidg 
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 And mam may lb Few 
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 Tlie ri cell receipt's as follows i 
 Take wine like tlais, 
 Let looks of Miss 
 AronLMd it well Ibe Iblemded, 
 Tliem bring Wit's lb earn 
 To warm the stream. 
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 So wFeatk tlie lb owl 
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 I fommdL it a life full ©f kimdmess am d Miss % 
 Amd 9 mmtil they cam sh©w me s©mae happier p hornet „ 
 i ore social amcl lbright 9 Fll c©mtemt me' with this ,, 
 As long ats the world has sra.eh.lips amd such eyes 9 
 
 As before mie tikis moment emraptuired I see 9 
 They may say what tkey will of their ©ribs im the skies 
 
 Burt tkis earth is the planet for y©ni 9 love 9 am (I me., 
 
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 Im I^Ieremry 9 s star 9 where each mi©miemt cam 
 
 New smmskime amd wit fr©m the f©mmitaim 
 Th© 9 the nymphs may have livelier p©ets t« 
 
 They'Ve m©me 9 evem there 9 ma ©re emama©mT 9 'il tham I 
 AmdL 9 as l©mg as this harp earn he wakeifd t© love 9 
 
 Amd that eye its divime imspirati©m shall 
 They may talk as they will ©f their Edems 
 
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 ©w Time deals out Ms treasures ? 
 
 lie golden nioiiieuife lent his tMis, 
 
 Are not his coim, lb nit Pleasure" s , 
 
 J ©©TumtiMg tliemii © 9 ei° ©©mid add t© tlieir Misses «, ^ 
 
 I 9 d mioiilbei eaek g>l©ri©ws see©mdo 
 IB nit mioBiemts ©£ j©y are 9 like LesMa's kisses, 
 T©© quick and sweet t© Ibe a°e<e]k©m 9 clL 
 Tliem fill tike eiip— =wlliat is it t© nis 
 
 H©w time Ms eirele measures? 
 Tlie fairy li©nirs we ©all up tlras, 
 m© wamd Ibnit Pleasured . 
 
 lf©niinLg <J©y ne'er tk©iii ! g]kt ©f ©©mntiiDig li©nu°s 
 
 Tiii vUare, ©me s maimer's nDioramg 
 Set nip.-, amaomg Ms smillmg flowers , 
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 As Ion g as its light was glowi] 
 
 Than to wat sh .with old Care how the shad©' 
 Anrl how fast that light was going 
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 O dw Time his eirele measures ? 
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 Whatever im Fa i < j ' r ' - e j i ■ I : 1 1 ir , 
 
 Or im Hope's sweet music sounds most sweet 9 
 Shall be omps— i£ thou rill be mime 9 h vel 
 
 Bright flowers shall bio ©m wherever we rove 9 
 
 A voiee ctivime shall talk in ea® i stream. | 
 The stars slmll look like worlids o>f love 9 
 
 And this earth be all ©me beautiful dream 
 in ©unr eyes = ii J thorn wilt be iaime 9 iove! 
 
 Amd thoiHLghts 9 whose somree is hiddem aimd high 9 
 Like streams 9 that e©me from heaven -ward hills 9 
 
 Shall keep our hearts 9 like mea is 9 that lie 
 T© he bathed by th©se eternal rills 9 
 
 Ever green 9 if thorn wilt be mke 9 l©ve I 
 
 All this amd m©re the Spirit of 3L©ve 
 
 Cam breathe © 9 er themt 9 who feel his spells % 
 
 That heavem 9 whieh forms his home a!b©ve 9 
 Me earn make ©m eairth 9 wherever he 'dwells 9 
 
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 So foil ©if hope, and joy, and light, 
 § if no eloiiil eoiuild eyer rise. 
 To dim a heaven so purely lb light == 
 
 ,i to think tow soon that 
 In grief may lose its every ray.-, 
 Ami! that light heart.-, so joyoaas mow 9 
 Almost forget it ©nee was gay,, 
 
 For time will come with all its Mights, 
 The ruined hope, the friend aankind. 
 
 Amid love, that leaves, where" er it lights , 
 ehihPd or hmrning heart lbehind'o = 
 hale yoaith, that mow lake saiow appears 
 Ere sullied by the darkening rain. 
 
 When ©aaee 9 tis tonLch'd "by s©ar©w 9 s tears 
 (Can never shine so "bright again o 
 
Hi for tlie Kimgs wli© flonirisIk'tiL ttem ! 
 
 Oli for tlie pomp tliat erowm'dtlaenii.-, 
 Winem hearts ami liamdLs ©f freeTbonn iinem 
 
 Were all tlie ramparts romiid tlkeiQ 
 Wliem safe Ibiiilt ©nlbosoiiiis trme 9 
 
 Tiie tlhiroirne was "but tlie centre 9 
 MomiicL wMcii lL©ve a circle drew, 
 
 Tliat Treason durst mot enter 
 Oik for tlie 3Kimg§ irli© jHL(DTDDT > isJk c 'dL tikem ! 
 
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 Like thee i th c 1 , p 9 d und 
 
 Ai i i i ffkl ue r ke 1 1 ! L 1 3 tike omee r©yai cfowb ; 
 
 Im lier streets* in her halls, D es oiati©3i Ikr- 1 \ edl 9 
 
 A. i le rr is da-v -vet, her sum h&tJk g©me A<wnio w * 4 
 
 ; -" ; : ; ' thine lotkher exile, 'mid ireaBis of retnrningg 
 Die ikr from "Lit- honae it were life t© hjeholdg 
 
 LI3b ■■■ id i her sons, in the 3ay ©f their. nM3>m™ng, 
 Remember ike bright things thai bless 9 d-theim of oliL 
 
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 All., well may we call ker 9 like tkee 6o tlie Forsaken 9 " 5S 
 Her "boldest are vamqiiisk 9 d 9 ker proudest are slaves; 
 
 And tke karps of lier niimstrels 9 wken gayest tikey wakem 9 
 Have tomes mid tlieir mirtk like tke wind over graces I 
 
 lTet kadst tkom tky vemgeanee=yet eamie tkere tlie maoirow,, 
 Tkat skimes ©m.t 9 at last, on tlie lounge st dark nigkt 9 
 
 Wkemtke sceptre, tkat smote tkee witk slavery and sorrow", 
 Was skiver 9 d at ©mee 9 like a reed 9 in tky sigkt 
 
 Wken tkat emp 9 wMekffor ©tkers tke proud Golden (City ' 6 
 Mad krimm 9 d fnll of kittermess 9 drenek 9 dker ©wmlips ° 
 
 : A a < L tke world ske kad trample d ©n keard witkomt pity 9 
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 Mer nierekamts rapaei©Ms ;; ker rulers unynist,, 
 
 And 9 a riain 9 at last, for tke eartkw©riiDi t© e©ver/ 7 
 Tke Lady ©f Kingdoms lay low in tke dmsto 8 
 
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 Its (ETery djpop 'gainst tike ills of mortality % 
 Talk ©f the cordial that sparkled for Helen I 
 
 Her enp was a fiction, Ibmt tMs is reality „ 
 Would yon forget tike dart world we are in, 
 
 Juist taste of tike "bnlblble tlkat gleams ©n tike top of it ° 
 
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 T© Immortals themselves, yoni moist drain every drop ©fit° $'£ 
 
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 Its every drop 'gainst tike ills of mortality % 
 
 Talk ©f tike e©rdial that sparMedfor Helen! 
 
 Her enip was a fiction, Ibnit tikis is reality „ 
 
 Wever was philter form' d with smeh p©wer 
 
 T© charm and lb e wilder as tikis we are qmaffingg 
 
 Its magi© "began when, in Antmrnn's rich hour, 
 A harvest of gold in tike fields it stood langhing 
 
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 With the balm and the Ho torn of her kii idlies ea1 hiei\ 
 TTbls womderftal juice fromo Its core was fflistill'dL 
 
 To enliven snchliearts as are herfe Tbronght togetheFc 
 Then ihrhzk of the eiip=y©m 9 lA I ere's a gpeH in 
 
 Its ever"? - ULrop 'gainst the Els of mortality °, 
 he B'prdioJL that sparkled for Helen! 
 
 Her cmp was a fiption 9 lbmt this is reality » 
 
 And tU 1 1 audi.; perhaps =lMit breathe it to n© ©ne = 
 
 Like liipior the wit eh "brews at niMnight s© awfhl 9 
 This philter in secret was first taught to flow ©n 9 
 
 Yet 'tis nt less potent ff« >r bein | m oiawfnl - 
 And, eVn though it taste off tl i e n oke >f that flame, 
 
 WMeh in silence extracted its virtme forbidden == 
 Fill np= there 9 s a foe in some hearts I conld name, 
 
 WMeh may work too ills ekaFm 9 t]k©ngh as lawless and 
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 S o drink ©f the enip = for oh there 9 § a spa 11 i i 
 
 Its eTery ctrop ; gainst the Ills o-f mortality ^ 
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 the w©rld 9 let m© ©me ibe migh 9 
 
 y the stars shonld dee ©It© ine % 
 Suiem seerets Tbetweem yom amdiwLe ami the sir 
 SJiOTiild meTer g© farther., "believe mie 
 
 If at that h©Mr the heav 9 ms Tbe mot dimi 9 
 My seiemee shall call nip "before yom 
 A miale apparitiom 9 =the linage ©f him 
 i©se destiny 'tis t© adore yom „ 
 
 if to that phamtomi y©ni 9 H he Mmd 9 
 S© f©mdly ar©uimd yom he 9 U h©ver 9 
 If ©ni 11 hardly 9 may dear 9 amy difference fim 
 9 Twixt Mum amd a true living Iotcf,, 
 
 Down at y©mr feet 9 im the pale ma©omlight 9 
 He 9 ll kmeel 9 with a warmth of devoti©m= 
 
 Am ardour, ©f whieh snieh am immoeemt sprite 
 Yoni'd seareely helieve had a motion o 
 
 What other thoughts amd events miay arise 9 
 As im destimy 9 § h©©k IVe mot seem themi 9 
 
 Mmst only ibe left to the stars amd yonr eye? 
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 i 1 1'(| flowers 9 
 M 01 i p 5<i >w i >w 9 for age 9 and tliee a 
 
 1 e our feast ©£ tears < 
 And mamy a pup in i e pours 
 
 guests 9 tike sliades of former ^ears 9 
 p toasts, to lips- that bloom mo nore . 
 
 TFTkere, while th« tie's withe riug boughs 
 
 Their lifeless leaves around us §hed 9 
 i'"'il brim tike bowl to broheia vows, 
 To fi | lost 9 the ehamged, the dead 
 
 ■0 r 9 whil i me b li ght e d 1 go nir e I w si v e § 
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 We 9 ll chink f© those megjeeted graves, 
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 W>ty£ dawning ©f mora, tke tiLayligkt 9 s sinkings 
 Tke might's long komrs still find mie tkinkin 
 
 Of tkee., tkee 9 ©mly tkee 
 Wkem friends are iaet 9 and goklets crown 9 d 9 
 And smiles are near., tkat ©nee enekanted 9 
 Unreaek 9 dky all tkat smnskine pouid, 
 
 My s©ml 9 like some dark sp©t 9 is kamnted 
 Bt tkee., tkee 9 ©nly tkee u 
 
 Wkatever in fame's kigk patk 9 eomld waken 
 5^> My spirit ©nee 9 is n©w forsaken 
 
 For tkee 9 tkee 9 only tkee,, 
 IL ike slkoreSglby wkiek some keadlong kark 
 
 To tk 9 oceam knrries 9 resting never 9 
 Life's seenes go "by me 9 krigkt ©r dark 9 
 1 know n©t 9 keed not 9 kastening ever 
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Innis£allen 9 fare tkee we 
 May ealna and suinskine long "be tkine ! 
 ©w fair tk©m art let ©tkers tell 9 = 
 Yotjeel k©w fair skall long Ibe mine » 
 
 Sweet Innis£allen 9 l©ng skall dwell 
 In memory's dream tkat snnny smile 
 
 WTnielh © 9 er tkee ©n tkat eTenin^ 
 Wken first I saw tky fairy isle ? 
 
 9 Twas ligiktg indeed^, to© ©lest l©r oie, 
 Wli© kad t© tra.miL t© patks ©f eare = 
 
 Tkr©nigk ©r©wde d kaiints again t© rran 9 
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 © m©re uint© tky sk©res t© e©nie 9 
 Buit 9 ©n tke w©rld 9 s rnde ©eean t©st 9 
 Breani ©f tkee s©naetinies 9 as a k©nae 
 Of snnskime ke kad seen andl©st Q 
 
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Tar "better im tliy weeping h©KLrs 
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 lien mist is uD 9 er tb ding lb©werg.< 
 
 Lite §©inp©w 9 s veil ©m beauty's ibi j ©Wo 
 
 For,lBhiii I arivalTd] still flh.3 gra©e 9 
 Thou 'it st Lot look, as £lfoem 9 /^# Mest 9 
 
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 A gl©©3m like Edem 9 s 9 ©m tike (flay 
 liem every tree. 
 Like tMme 9 Huang weepimg © 9 er Ms way 
 
 Lg ,l©vely isle! 
 
 And all tike 1 ©Teller f©r ikj tears = 
 For tin© 9 but rare tiky snmmy smile 9 
 
 9 Tis heaV : glamee wmem it appears 
 
 Like feeling lie arts, whose joys are few 
 BTQLtjwlkem imMe-BdH tjkey e©ine 9 divine = 
 
 Tlit- brigW est light tike sunn e 9 er ttrew 
 Is lifeless to Q>me gleaiii ©f tMme ! 
 

 
 
 
 
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 Wlken niorning 9 s lb earn a§ glaume i 
 D'st files arrf: 
 Witt lielni and iblade 9 
 And pliinies 9 in tlie gay wind dancing 
 
 Yet 9 9 ti§ not lielni or featlier = 
 For aslfc Y©n lespot 9 Trlietlier 
 His plume & lb a . 
 
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 irts as ©hits togetliei\, 
 Lea Ye pomps to tliose wli© meed eiM = 
 GiYe mam Ibmt lieart anil free do wi 9 
 And prond lie Ibraves 
 Tlie gaudiest slaves 
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 TIle " pierce tlie lbeaYer 9 
 
 $ Stone wa_ -iay sever 9 
 
 " ; Ti^ mimd alone 9 
 
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 That keeps niem free for eTer .. 
 '. k tkat si glit entrancing, 
 
 ?ning 9 s Ibeam is glai 
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 Wliem 9 l©st im tke fotTn°e 9 Ms s©tr1 wanders ©m 9 
 And all ©f tkis life 9 knit its sweetmess 9 is gome 
 
 Tke wild motes ke keard © 9 ei° tke water were tk©se 
 Me kad tanigkt t© simg Ei°im 9 s darkk©mdage amdw©es 9 
 And tke kreatk ©f tke kuigle m©w wafted tke mi © 9 er 
 Fro ma IDimis 9 greem isle Q t© (Ulema 9 s wooded §kore 
 
 Me Mstem 9 d=wMle 9 ,Mgk © 9 er tke eagle 9 s rmde mest 9 
 Tke limgemimg s©nimds ©m tkeir way l©ved t© rest ° 
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 As if l©tk t© let s©mg s© emekamtimg expire o 
 
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 It seemi 9 d as if eT 9 ry street m©te 9 tkat diedkere 9 
 Was agaim Tbromgkt to life im somie airier spkere 9 
 B©miie keaVm im tk©se kills 9 wkere tke so ml ©f tke straimi 
 Tkat kad ©eased mp©m eartk was awakiiig agaim t 
 
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: : ^_- r . :v ^^ai i iic 9 *iiD*e breath- 
 
 Seema'di© eirel© Ms mam® with a dbumm agamst death, 
 
 Id feel n prenii Spirit witMm Mm pr©elaim 9 
 "£ TCT go gkalU th« 52 Ht© in the eehees ©flame; 
 
 'E^em §© 9 th© 9 thy memiery §k©HLlLdm©w clie away 
 S9 Twillhe Barngki up sagaim. im seme happier iay 9 
 i amdUhe veiees ©f Erin pr©l©mg 9 
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 lUeaT m 9 witkowt aligk.1 i a 
 
 i.iere tine pearl lies kiii 9 0S 
 Ail- ea LePd tke genu is sleeping, 
 
 l« teai tky lid 
 Lets fall i n lonely weepiiuiL 1 , 
 [en ;' -yy-kere ©eean comes., 
 To 9 seape tke wild wind 9 s raneoMFc, 
 
 , ■ 1 ' i 1 1 n 5 1 koine s 
 Wkere Freedom 9 s fleet earn anekor<, 
 
 Tken 9 if, wnile seenes so gram 1. 1 , 
 So beanLtiftilsSkime before tkee 9 
 
 Pride for tky own dear land 
 
 Skonld kaply Tbe stealing © 9 er tkee 9 
 
 ( >k 9 let grief eome first 9 
 
 O 9 er pride itself vietorioms = 
 
 T-kinking kow man katk enrst 
 
 ¥kat Heaven kad made so glorious 
 
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 ^llt$ d©tlk n©t a meeting 
 
 For all tike long years IVe Tbeen wamd 9 rimg away= 
 T© see thins aF©nintl nie may yop.tik 9 s early friends 9 
 
 As smiling and kind as in tlkat Ihappy day? 
 Tlkonrglk lkaply© 9 er s©ni© ©f your lbr©ws 9 as © 9 er Miine 9 
 
 Tike sn©w=fall ©f tinie mi ay Id© stealing =wliat tlken? 
 Lilie Alps in tike smnset 9 thus lighted Tby Trine 9 
 
 We 9 ll wear tie gay tinge of y©uitlk 9 s roses again o s 
 
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 Wlkat § often 9 cl renienilb ranees e©me © 9 er tJkeneart 9 f 
 In gazing ©n tlkose weVe "been lost to so long I ^ 
 J Tike §©3rr©ws 9 t]k© j©ys 9 ©f wMek ©nee tney were part 9 
 Still r©nntl tJkeni 9 like yisi©ns ©f yesterday 9 tlkr©ng 
 •As letters s©me laand laatla inyisiMy traeecl 9 
 
 Wlien Ikeldto tike flame will steal out ©ntlie sight-, 
 §>© many a feeling 9 tlkat l©ng seenAcl efface d 9 
 
 Ike warmtlk ©f a m©ment like tMs lb rings t© liglit 
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 Tin.© 9 odPt " e may §ee 9 l© ( king lew . the tide 9 
 
 Tine wre« ! F foil many a h©pe shoaimg thromghs 
 "Yet still,, as in Ifamey we p©rait t© tike fl©weFS 9 
 
 That once imad« i | ufA id i E nil Hie gay §h©Te 9 
 
 re*U tMmk.tlb.eBii still ©ra°s 9 
 
 i \ i d "breathe tlie fir< I life 9 s m i fraing omee mioii 
 
 l- lief oir existemee 9 a |lii psd at ilie iM©st 9 
 Is ail we e&ii have oftlw Bw •' hold 'lear 3 , 
 
 va i y is Miaheedt I ist 9 
 
 F©3i - i Ld eek© it 9 aea r 
 
 Ali 9 well iMirr' : ; is short life is g©me 9 
 
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 ile 9 -i- f blue hamd^hast'mimg om 9 
 
 Is all we em in this 68 
 
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 Bwt 9 r-oiiie 9 the more rare smeh delights to tike ieartj 
 The more we sk©ml©i welcome and Mess the 
 
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 Tliat 9 fast as a feeling "font toiietes ©ne link- 
 
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 I Harp them b i Lien 1 , ; whem he win© Hurst gave 
 T© ©mf eonimtFT a maniiieg is with drawm from all eyes? 
 i&ll a Minstrel of EfIb stamd nmmt© iby the grave 
 "Where the £iFst=- tie last ©£ her Patriots lies? 
 
 No— -faint £h© 9 the leatk-somg maa] ■m Ms lips, 
 
 Tli- 9 Ms Harp 9 like Ms somlj, mav with shadows Ibe eros 
 
 Yet 9 ill it souimtL, 'maid a matiom 9 s eelipse a 
 
 A md pipoelaim to the world what d. star hath he em lost f— 
 
 W hat a mniiom of all the affeetioms amd p o>wers 
 
 By wM eh life is exalte cL, exuhelliil/rl, Fefamed s 
 Was embraced im that spirit— whose eemtre was ouifs, 
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Uii 9 w]h<o tkat Iotcs Erin 9 or wko tkat ean se« 
 
 Tkronigk tke wast© of ker annals 9 tkat epoek snkliiae 
 Like a pyramid raised in tike desert— where Ike ^s 
 
 And Ms glory stand ©mt to tike eyes of all time ° 
 
 Tlkat @m@ ImeidinteFralc, snatek 9 dfroxii ike gloom 
 And tlie madness of age? 9 wkemfilFd witJk lo § §©mil 9 
 
 A Nation © 9 erleap 9 d tke lark lb©'[iimds a>£ ker d©oiri 9 
 And for dWLe sacred instanL t©nL©k 9 d Liberty 9 s g©al? 
 
 Wlk© 9 tkat eTer katk keard Mm=l3iatk flramk at tke s©nree 
 [ ff tkat womderfiffll eloqnenee 9 all Erin 9 s ©wn 9 
 
 ._:i "dkose kigk=tkongkted daring 9 tke fire 9 and tke force 9 
 Anil tke yet nmtaimed spring ©f ker spirit are §k©wn ? 
 
 An eloqnenee riek 9 wkeres©eTe:r its ware 
 
 Wander 9 dfree and tFinmpkant 9 witk tkomgkts tkat 
 §k©me tkromgkc, 
 
 As clear as tke kr©ok 9 s "stone of lnstre 9 99 and gave 9 
 Witk tke flask of tke gem 9 its solidity t©© 
 
 
 Wk© 9 tkat eTer appro aek 9 d kim 9 wkenfree fro in tke er©wd 9 
 In a konie fiill of l©Te 9 ke deligktedt© tread 
 
 d long tke trees wkiek a nati©nkad giT 9 n 9 and wkiek ko^'d. 
 As if eaekkromgkt a new ekoc er©wii for kis kead= 
 
Is tliere ©me 9 w]li© hsdh. thjis, tfapomgla. Ms ©rbii ©f life 
 ffikd at Ai si mm e obs erve<(l Mum • n tbroti|*h. glory, tinroiaglli blaiime. 
 
 Until© ealm of retreat,, imi tine gramme hup ©£ strife, 
 Wketlker sMmmi i p i i©m«l©dl , still Iiruliiandtlie samwe.,— 
 
 not a lieart, tihat e'er Ikme^ liixo., Brat moTiims 
 Deep., deep i e i 've 9 wkere sun la gl i »ry is sliuribaectt.^ 
 
 (D 9 er a moinijp.meid; Faunae irill preserTe 9 imong tine rams 
 st 9 the bravest, the "best ©f Buamkiii'dl t 
 
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 Ffeleouie again . 
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 !i fue pearl 1 1 i I mess 
 
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 Oath the violet less Ibrig] i 
 r©wmo' near earths' 
 
 No==Mm for Ms glory 
 
 's bright story 
 
 If in lier eye - 
 hSl but traces 
 
 Tlnr© 9 mortals his line, 
 
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 iks next to DiTii 
 
a secret to tell tkee 9 kmLt kaisk! mot lkeF(e s 
 k! mot wkere tke world its Tigil keeps I 
 FU seek 9 to wkisper it im tkine ear, 
 
 Sonne store wkere tke Spirit of Silenee sleeps 
 Wkere smninier 9 s waye mnnimrninring dles c 
 Nor fay earn hear tke fonntain 9 s gnsk^ 
 
 .ere 9 if "but a mote ker nigkt=lbird sigks 9 
 Tke rose saitk 9 ekidingly 9 M His3i 9 sweet 9 kuiskP 9 
 
 Tkere 9 amid tke deep silenee of tkat k©nr 9 
 
 n stars earn lb e keardin ©eean dip 9 
 Tkyself skall 9 nmder some rosy lb©wer 9 
 
 Sit annte 9 witk tky finger on tky lip 2 
 Like kini P tke Tb©y 9 9 wk© Iborn aniong 
 
 Tke iGLowers tkat ©n tke Nile -stream klnsi 
 Sits eTer tkms 9 =kis ©nly s©ng 
 
 To eartk and keaTen 9 66 Hnsk 9 all 9 knsk! 9 
 
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 A T©iiitk 9 wk©se mi©miemts kact imlmly fl^wm^ ■ 
 
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 As »mee 9 lby idi©©:mligM 9 lie svamder'd © 9 ei° 
 Tke unldpu - - Q)f tlLalt i§lamdL'§ln.©]pe 9 
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 Tlnere peep 3 dL ffl.©wiH o'er Mm Iwo eyes QjfligMj, 
 
 Ami lie saw im tkat imiiT©F tke M©Mml!;aiiB Sprite 
 
 He turf i 9 lbmt 9 l© 9 like m startled kiF«i 9 
 
 Tkat spirit £Lei;=fi i hw\ keard 
 
 Sweet iamsie 9 sulpIi m> mmarks ike fligkt 
 
 Of seme "bird ©f §©mg 9 fe , ©i m tjke MmiAniii Sprite 
 
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 iive§ -it ■ ■ I !i;ii ■■ atef § 
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 An (1 shimA tli ■ ; | ' i I with ■ ■ ■ p'se 
 
 Through fill her m Lg nation 
 
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 Slie weeping asks for eyer £ 
 
 ©miy tears, fromi out tiiat fl©©d 
 
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 sweet Harp 9 ©ik sing t© mae 
 S©iaie song ©f amciemt days 9 
 
 ©§e s©"inmds 9 in tkis sad memor 
 L©mg IbiiiFied dreams skall raise 9 , = 
 S©iuie lay tkat tells ©iP yamisk 9 d famae 9 
 ©se ligkt ©mee roumd is sk©iie % 
 m©lble pride 9 m©w tuirm 9 d t© skaiuie 9 
 md k©pes for eyer g©me„== 
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 ke ©hif loom is east 9 
 B©tk lost t© all "fount nieiii©ry 9 
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Mow mournfully the midnight air 
 3 thy ehords il©th §igh 9 
 if iH §©mghil soane eeh© there 
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 Tike ieadg all lea rreei== 
 
 n§h 9 hm§h 9 §ad Harp 9 that ire >ne 9 
 
 That hnell of Free* • i ! ay 5 
 
 Q)r 9 listening t© its ileath-like iiifflai. 
 Let me Q to© a die away 
 
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 Tke rosy rays ©if evening fell. 
 
 As if i© feediyitk tkeir soft fare 
 
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 Tke sauna© riekligkt jkmmg © 9 er lier ekeek 9 
 And play 9 <i ar-oiwicl tlkose lips tkat suing 
 
 And sp©ke 9 as fl©weips would §img amid speak 
 If Love could leu d ike ir leaves a tongue » 
 
 IBml §©®ii tke West no longer ibmrii 9 tl 9 
 Eaek rosy ray from keav 9 n witkcttjpew % 
 
 Aiid 9 wkemt© gaze again I tm]pn 9 d 9 
 
 Tke minstrels forai seennui fading to© 
 s if Js^r Mgkt and keav 9 n 9 s were ©ne 9 
 Tke gl Q>ry all ka d left tkat frame % 
 
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 I m that City ©f Statues described "by roniameers, 
 §>© wakemimg its spell 9 eTem st©me would Tbe stirr 9 d< 
 And statues themiiiselYes all start imt© damc^^ 
 
 Wlky tike m -delay 9 with snielu somnds im our ears 9 
 
 Amd the fl.©wer ©f Beanity 9 s ©wm garden Before ti§ 9 = 
 Wliile stars overhead leaTe tlie s©mg ©f their spheres^ 
 
 Amdlist 9 mimg t© ©Tiirs 9 hamg wondering © 9 er is ? 
 Agaim 9 that strain !=t© hear it thins sounding 
 
 Might set eTem Death's cold pulses lb©imdimg= 
 Agaim ! Again I 
 CDh 9 what delight when the yomthftuil amd gay 9 
 
 Each with eye like a suinheama amd foot like 
 Thins damee 9 like the Hours t© the nam sic of May 
 
 Amd miimgle sweet somg amd suimshime together 
 

 
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 tMs Jkomr nay sotul! is tliine % 
 
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 Tli> ' tike sea 9 ia rl sst 9 
 
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 Light may eome wkere nil looks darkest, 
 Latk life 9 wlkem life seeuis oWo 
 - e pa §1 ages cbfeaniiiiigg 
 Wheal glory 3.eek 9 d tiny lbrow 9 
 I >ft I fondly "[id i agla seeming 
 
 So ffall'n and clouded now, 
 
 fort Ji,, all beaming ,— 
 Noun j© bright", so blest as tkou! 
 
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 An '1 i1 § Ckl<ef 9 *mid Ms heroes rcclimimg, 
 L D)l § mp 9 with a sigh, to ike tr©pkiedwall 9 
 WTnerehis sword hmgs idly sMmlmge 
 Wkem 9 hark! that skowt 
 From the Tale without 9 = 
 ^ruii ye qmi<ek 9 tke ©ane/the Bam® is mighJ 
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 Ami 66 T© "battle 9 to Ibattle I "i s ike Fmjii 
 
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 •The niinstrels have seized their harps ©f g©ld 9 
 
 jrA they §img suiela thrillimg mniiJiilbeF§< 9 == 
 'Tis like the voice of the Brave 9 ©f ©ld 9 
 
 Breaking forth from their place of shimihers! 
 Spear to Tbmekler ramg 9 
 s the minstrel 
 And the Smm-lbaiirst "o'er them floated wide 9 
 While rememh'rimg the yoke 
 W r kieh their lathers hroke 9 
 "On for liberty, for lihertyl"the JFimians cried, 
 
 Like clou \si the Northmen eame 9 
 
 (D 9 er the valley of Almiihim lowering % 
 While onward m©Ted 9 in the light of its faimie 9 
 That hammer of Erim 9 towering 
 
 With the mimgli 1 1 g -i i o>ek 
 
 Miimg cliff and r©ek 9 
 ^"hile 9 ramk ©m ramk 9 the invaders die s 
 
 Amd the shout 9 that 
 
 O 9 e r the dy in g p as s 9 d 9 
 Was "victory 1 victory t "=the Finian 9 s ery 
 
J 0£ttP from the heaeh 9 whem the iu]i©rmimg was shimimg s 
 A lb ark © 9 er the waters inii©ve gl©ri©nisly ©m £ 
 
 I earnae whem the suim © 9 er that Ibeaeh was dLeelinimgc, 
 Tlie hark was still there,, Ibnit tine waters were gome 
 
 aid sm'cla-is tine fate ©f ©nir life 9 s early pr©miiise 9 
 i§>© passing tlie sp rim g= tide of joy we have km©wm 
 Mifa waye, tliat we dame 9 d ©m at mi©rmimg 9 elblbs from 
 Amd leaves is, at eve 9 ©m tlie Ibleak shore al©me 
 
 
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 Ne 9 er tell mie of glories 9 serenely adorning 
 
 Tlie ©lose ©f ©mr day 9 the ealma eve ©f ©mr night 9 
 
 Give me lbae]k 9 give me Ibaekthe wild fre slime ss ©f M©rmimg 9 
 Her clouds amd her tears are wortlk Evemimg 9 s hestligl 
 
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 Whem passi©m first wak 9 d a mew life thr© 9 his frame 
 
 Amd his s©ml 9 like the w©©d 9 that grows preeionis im Tbmrmimg 
 Gave ©nit all its sweets to love 9 s exqniisite flame „ 
 
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 Witlk eyes ■ laer temple fe& 9 d 9 lk©w proud was thy trass 1 1 ! 
 
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 If ouim'g stars tkat never die ! 
 
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 For, th©nghhe hath countless airy h©nies 9 
 To which his wing excursive r©ves 9 
 Ifet still 9 from time t© tinie 9 he loves 
 To light upon earth and find snch cheer 
 As "brightens ©top "banquet here 
 No matter how far 9 how.. fleet he flies 9 
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 «sL The minnte'snch call t© love ©r mirth 
 Pro claims he 9 s wanting on earth! 
 
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 4<5 Miiisk 9 kmsk 9 99 said Vemis 9 46 n© ©tkeF 
 
 56 Sweet voiee knit kis owi is woFtky t© wake kini! 9 
 ©reaming ©fnxtnsie ke slniMker 9 dtke wkile 
 
 Till faint fr©m kis lip a soft mel©dy kr©ke 9 
 And Vennis 9 enekanted 9 l©©k 9 cl ©n witk a smile 
 "Wlole Love t© kis ©wn sweet singing aw©ke - 
 Tken sing=sing = 3'lnisie was given 9 
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 kaFim©ny 9 s laws alone aFe kept mi©ving 
 
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 4<s C)iir destini 9 1 Ik© me or graye ? " 16 
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 If all her art ©ammot ©all forth 
 ©me bliss like tk©se we felt ©f ©Id 
 
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 M© 9 n© 9 =her spell is Taim 9 — 
 
 As soon ©©Mid she Tbrimg "back again 
 
 Tkose eyes themselyes fro mi ©mt the graye 9 
 
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 M Dw b lit Ike upon thy IbreezT cliffs 
 
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 With lueart as hounding as the skiffs 
 
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 ©r 9 when the western wa?e grew "bright 
 
 Wit la daylight's parting wimg 9 
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 Which fire aming poets sing?, = 
 
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 ^ hose bowers "beyond tlie sMning wav© g 
 
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 II e 9 wk© n ©w weaves tkis parting lay, 
 
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 And suiBg tk©s© §©mg§ wk©se every t©ne 9 
 
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 ^kall still, im sweetness all tkeir ©wn 9 
 
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 Em©ngk 9 if Freed© mi still inspire 
 
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 Omee s©iimded the war=w©rl 9 Burst your ehaii 
 
 
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 It hath victory's life im it yet I 
 
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 "©are to touch thee 9 my owm gallamt sword 9 
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ADVERTISEMENT 
 
 PREFIXED TO THE 
 
 FIRST AND SECOND NUMBERS. 
 
 Though the beauties of the National Music of Ireland 
 have been very generally felt and acknowledged, yet it 
 has happened, through the want of appropriate English 
 words, and of the arrangement necessary to adapt them 
 to the voice, that many of the most excellent compositions 
 have hitherto remained in obscurity. It is intended, 
 therefore, to form a Collection of the best Original Irish 
 Melodies, with characteristic Symphonies and Accom- 
 paniments ; and with Words containing, as frequently as 
 possible, allusions to the manners and history of the 
 country. Sir John Stevenson has very kindly consented 
 to undertake the arrangement of the Airs ; and the lovers 
 of Simple National Music may rest secure, that in such 
 tasteful hands, the native charms of the original melody 
 will not be sacrificed to the ostentation of science. 
 
 \ 
 
PREFATORY NOTICES. 
 
 In the poetical Part, promises of assistance have been 
 received from several distinguished Literary Characters ; 
 particularly from Mr. Moore, whose lyrical talent is so 
 peculiarly suited to such a task, and whose zeal in the 
 undertaking will be best understood from the following 
 Extract of a Letter which he has addressed to Sir John 
 Stevenson on the subject : — 
 
 I feel very anxious that a work of this kind should be 
 undertaken. We have too long neglected the only talent 
 for which our English neighbours ever deigned to allow 
 us any credit. Our National Music has never been pro- 
 perly collected*; and, while the composers of the Con- 
 tinent have enriched their Operas and Sonatas with 
 Melodies borrowed from Ireland — very often without 
 even the honesty of acknowledgment — we have left these 
 treasures, in a great degree, unclaimed and fugitive. 
 Thus our Airs, like too many of our countrymen, have, 
 for want of protection at home, passed into the service of 
 foreigners. But we are come, I hope, to a better period 
 
 * The writer forgot, when he made this assertion, that the public are 
 indebted to Mr. Bunting for a very valuable collection of Irish Music ; 
 and that the patriotic genius of Miss Owenson has been employed upon 
 some of our finest airs. 
 
 =1 
 
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PREFATORY NOTICES. 
 
 of both Politics and Music ; and how much they are con- 
 nected, in Ireland at least, appears too plainly in the tone 
 of sorrow and depression which characterises most of our 
 early Songs. 
 
 The task which you propose to me, of adapting words 
 to these airs, is by no means easy. The Poet, who would 
 follow the various sentiments which they express, must 
 feel and understand that rapid fluctuation of spirits, that 
 unaccountable mixture of gloom and levity, which coin- 
 poses the character of my countrymen, and has deeply 
 tinged their Music. Even in their liveliest strains we find 
 some melancholy note intrude, — some minor Third or flat 
 Seventh, — which throws its shade as it passes, and makes 
 even mirth interesting. If Burns had been an Irishman 
 (and I would willingly give up all our claims upon Ossian 
 for him), his heart would have been proud of such music, 
 and his genius would have made it immortal. 
 
 Another difliculty (which is, however, purely mecha- 
 nical) arises from the irregular structure of many of those 
 airs, and the lawless kind of metre which it will in 
 consequence be necessary to adapt to them. In these 
 instances the Poet must write, not to the eye, but to the 
 ear; and must be content to have his verses of that 
 description which Cicero mentions, " Quos si cantu spo- 
 
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PREFATORY NOTICES. 
 
 liaveris nuda remanebit oratio" That beautiful Air, " The 
 Twisting of the Rope," which has all the romantic cha- 
 racter of the Swiss Ranz des Vaches, is one of those wild 
 and sentimental rakes which it will not be very easy to tie 
 down in sober wedlock with Poetry. However, notwith- 
 standing all these difficulties, and the very little talent 
 which I can bring to surmount them, the design appears 
 to me so truly National, that I shall feel much pleasure 
 in giving it all the assistance in my power. 
 
 Leicestershire, Feb. 1807. 
 
 ADVERTISEMENT 
 
 TO THE 
 
 THTRD NUMBER. 
 
 In presenting the Third Number of this work to the 
 Public, the Publisher begs leave to offer his acknowledg- 
 ments for the very liberal patronage with which it has 
 been honoured ; and to express a hope that the unabated 
 
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 zeal of those who have hitherto so admirably conducted 
 it, will enable him to continue it through many future 
 Numbers with equal spirit, variety, and taste. The stock 
 of popular melodies is far from being exhausted ; and 
 there is still in reserve an abundance of beautiful Airs, 
 which call upon Mr. Moore, in the language he so well 
 understands, to save them from the oblivion to which 
 they are hastening. 
 
 LETTER ON MUSIC, 
 
 TO 
 
 THE MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OP DONEGAL. 
 
 PREFIXED TO THE THIRD NUMBER. 
 
 While the Publisher of these Melodies very properly 
 inscribes them to the Nobility and Gentry of Ireland in 
 general, 1 have much pleasure in selecting one from that 
 number, to whom my share of the work is particularly 
 dedicated. Though your Ladyship has been so long 
 absent from Ireland, I know that you remember it well 
 
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LETTER ON MUSIC. 
 
 and warmly — that you have not allowed the charm of 
 English society, like the taste of the lotus, to produce 
 oblivion of your country, but that even the humble tribute 
 which I offer derives its chief claim upon your interest 
 from the appeal which it makes to your patriotism. In- 
 deed, absence, however fatal to some affections of the 
 heart, rather strengthens our love for the land where we 
 were born ; and Ireland is the country, of all others, which 
 an exile from it must remember with most enthusiasm. 
 Those few darker and less amiable traits with which 
 bigotry and misrule have stained her character, and which 
 are too apt to disgust us upon a nearer intercourse, 
 become softened at a distance, or altogether invisible; 
 and nothing is remembered but her virtues and her mis- 
 fortunes — the zeal with which she has always loved 
 liberty, and the barbarous policy which has always with- 
 held it from her — the ease with which her generous 
 spirit might be conciliated, and the cruel ingenuity which 
 has been exerted to "wring her into undutifulness."* 
 
 It has been often remarked, and oftener felt, that our 
 music is the truest of all comments upon our history. 
 
 * A phrase which occurs in a Letter from the Earl of Desmond to the 
 Earl of Ormond, in Elizabeth's time, — Scrinia Sacra, as quoted by 
 Curry. 
 
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LETTER ON MUSIC. 
 
 The tone of defiance, succeeded by the languor of despond- 
 ency — a burst of turbulence dying away into softness — 
 the sorrows of one moment lost in the levity of the next 
 — and all that romantic mixture of mirth and sadness, 
 which is naturally produced by the efforts of a lively 
 temperament to shake off, or forget, the wrongs which lie 
 upon it, — such are the features of our history and cha- 
 racter, which we find strongly and faithfully reflected in 
 our music ; and there are even many airs, which it is 
 difficult to listen to, without recalling some period or 
 event to which their expression seems applicable. Some- 
 times, when the strain is open and spirited, yet shaded 
 here and there by a mournful recollection, we can fancy 
 that we behold the brave allies of Montrose*, marching 
 to the aid of the royal cause, notwithstanding all the 
 perfidy of Charles and his ministers, and remembering 
 just enough of past sufferings to enhance the generosity 
 of their present sacrifice. The plaintive melodies of 
 
 * There are some gratifying accounts of the gallantry of these Irish 
 auxiliaries in " The Complete History of the Wars in Scotland under 
 Montrose" (1660). See particularly for the conduct of an Irishman at 
 the battle of Aberdeen, chap. vi. p. 49. ; and for a tribute to the bravery 
 of Colonel O'Kyan, chap. vii. 55. Clarendon owns that the Marquis of 
 Montrose was indebted for much of his miraculous success to the small 
 band of Irish heroes under Macdonnell. 
 
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 Carolan take us back to the times in which he lived, when 
 our poor countrymen were driven to worship their God 
 in caves, or to quit for ever the land of their birth — like 
 the bird that abandons the nest which human touch has 
 violated ; and in many a song do we hear the last farewell 
 of the exile*, mingling sad regret for the ties he leaves 
 at home, with sanguine expectations of the honours that 
 await him abroad — such honours as were won on the 
 field of Fontenoy, where the valour of Irish Catholics 
 turned the fortune of the day, and extorted from George 
 the Second that memorable exclamation, " Cursed be the 
 laws which deprive me of such subjects !" 
 
 Though much has been said of the antiquity of our 
 music, it is certain that our finest and most popular airs 
 
 * The associations of the Hindu music, though more obvious and 
 denned, were far less touching and characteristic. They divided their 
 songs according to the seasons of the year, by which (says Sir William 
 Jones) "they were able to recall the memory of autumnal merriment, at 
 the close of the harvest, or of separation and melancholy during the cold 
 months," &c. — Asiatic Transactions, vol. iii., on the Musical Modes of 
 the Hindus. — What the Abbe du Bos says of the symphonies of Lully, 
 may be asserted, with much more probability of our bold and impassioned 
 airs — "elles auroient produit de ces effets, qui nous paroissent fabuleux 
 dans le recit des anciens, si on les avoit fait entendre a, des hommes d'un 
 naturel aussi vif que les Atheniens." — Reflex, sur la Peinture, fyc. torn. i. 
 sect. 45. 
 
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LETTER ON MUSIC. 
 
 are modern; and perhaps we may look no further than 
 the last disgraceful century for the origin of most of those 
 wild and melancholy strains, which were at once the off- 
 spring and solace of grief, and were applied to the mind 
 as music was formerly to the body, " decantare loca do- 
 lentia." Mr. Pinkerton is of opinion* that none of the 
 Scotch popular airs are as old as the middle of the six- 
 teenth century ; and though musical antiquaries refer us, 
 for some of our melodies, to so early a period as the fifth 
 century, I am persuaded that there are few, of a civilized 
 description (and by this I mean to exclude all the savage 
 Ceanans, Cries f, &c), which can claim quite so ancient a 
 date as Mr. Pinkerton allows to the Scotch. But music is 
 not the only subject upon which our taste for antiquity is 
 rather unreasonably indulged; and, however heretical it 
 may be to dissent from these romantic speculations, I 
 cannot help thinking that it is possible to love our country 
 very zealously, and to feel deeply interested in her honour 
 and happiness, without believing that Irish was the lan- 
 guage spoken in Paradise f ; that our ancestors were kind 
 
 * Dissertation, prefixed to the 2d volume of his Scottish Ballads. 
 
 f Of which some genuine specimens may be found at the end of 
 Mr. Walker's Work upon the Irish bards. Mr. Bunting has disfigured 
 his last splendid volume by too many of these barbarous rhapsodies. 
 
 % See Advertisement to the Transactions of the Gaelic Society of Dublin. 
 
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LETTER ON MUSIC. 
 
 enough to take the trouble of polishing the Greeks*, or 
 that Abaris, the Hyperborean, was a native of the North 
 of Ireland.f 
 
 By some of these archaeologists it has been imagined 
 that the Irish were early acquainted with counter-point J; 
 and they endeavour to support this conjecture by a well- 
 known passage in Giraldus, where he dilates, with such 
 elaborate praise, upon the beauties of our national min- 
 strelsy. But the terms of this eulogy are too vague, too 
 deficient in technical accuracy, to prove that even Giraldus 
 himself knew anything of the artifice of counter-point. 
 There are many expressions in the Greek and Latin writers 
 which might be cited, with much more plausibility, to 
 prove that they understood the arrangement of music in 
 
 * O'Halloran, vol. i. part iv. chap. vii. 
 
 •f Id. ib. chap. vi. 
 
 J It is also supposed, but with as little proof, that they understood the 
 diesis, or enharmonic interval. — The Greeks seem to have formed their 
 ears to this delicate gradation of sound ; and, whatever difficulties or 
 objections may lie in the way of its practical use, we must agree with 
 Mersenne (Preludes de 1'Harmonie, quest. 7.), that the theory of Music 
 would be imperfect without it ; and even in practice (as Tosi, among 
 others, very justly remarks, Observations on Florid Song, chap. i. sect. 16.), 
 there is no good performer on the violin who does not make a sensible 
 difference between D sharp and E flat, though, from the imperfection of 
 the instrument, they are the same notes upon the piano-forte. The effect 
 of modulation by enharmonic transitions is also very striking and beautiful. 
 
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LETTER ON MUSIC. 
 
 parts* ; yet I believe it is conceded in general by the 
 learned, that, however grand and pathetic the melody of 
 the ancients may have been, it was reserved for the in- 
 genuity of modern Science to transmit the "light of 
 Song " through the variegating prism of Harmony. 
 
 Indeed, the irregular scale of the early Irish (in which, 
 as in the music of Scotland, the interval of the fourth was 
 wanting f,) must have furnished but wild and refractory 
 subjects to the harmonist. It was only when the invention 
 
 * The words 7roitci\ia and krepocfxovia, in a passage of Plato, and 
 some expressions of Cicero in Fragment., lib. ii. de Republ., induced the 
 Abbe Fraguier to maintain that the ancients had a knowledge of counter- 
 point. M. Burette, however, has answered him, I think, satisfactorily. 
 (Examen d'un Passage de Platon, in the 3d vol. of Histoire de l'Acad.) 
 M. Huet is of opinion (Pensees Diverses), that what Cicero says of the 
 music of the spheres, in his dream of Scipio, is sufficient to prove an ac- 
 quaintance with harmony ; but one of the strongest passages, which I 
 recollect, in favour of the supposition, occurs in the Treatise attributed 
 to Aristotle — Hept Kooy/ov, M.ov<TiKr) de o^elq a/j-a icat (3apetg, k. t. X. 
 
 •j" Another lawless peculiarity of our music is the frequency of what 
 composers call, consecutive fifths ; but this is an irregularity which can 
 hardly be avoided by persons not very conversant with the rules of com- 
 position ; indeed, if I may venture to cite my own wild attempts in this 
 way, it is a fault which I find myself continually committing, and which 
 has sometimes appeared so pleasing to my ear, that I have surrendered it 
 to the critic with no small reluctance. May there not be a little pedantry 
 in adhering too rigidly to this rule? — I have been told that there are 
 instances in Haydn, of an undisguised succession of fifths ; and Mr. 
 Shield, in his Introduction to Harmony, seems to intimate that Handel 
 has been sometimes guilty of the same irregularity. 
 
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 of Guido began to be known, and the powers of the harp* 
 were enlarged by additional strings, that our melodies 
 took the sweet character which interests us at present; 
 and while the Scotch persevered in the old mutilation of 
 the scale f, our music became gradually more amenable to 
 the laws of harmony and counter-point. 
 
 * A singular oversight occurs in an Essay upon the Irish Harp, by 
 Mr. Beauford, which is inserted in the Appendix to Walker's Historical 
 Memoirs : — "The Irish (says he) according to Bromton, in the reign of 
 Henry II. had two kinds of Harps, ' Hibernici tamen in duobus musici 
 generis instruments, quamvis praecipitem et velocem, suavem tamen et 
 jucundum : ' the one greatly bold and quick, the other soft and pleasing." 
 — How a man of Mr. Beauford's learning could so mistake the meaning, 
 and mutilate the grammatical construction of this extract, is unaccount- 
 able. The following is the passage as I find it entire in Bromton ; and it 
 requires but little Latin to perceive the injustice which has been done to 
 the words of the old Chronicler: — "Et cum Scotia, hujus terras filia, 
 utatur lyra, tympano et choro, ac Wallia cithara, tubis et choro Hibernici 
 tamen in duobus musici generis instruments, quamvis prcecipitem et 
 velocem, suavem tamen etjucundam, crispatis modulis et intricatis notulis, 
 efficiunt harmoniam." — Hist. Anglic. Script, page 1075. I should not 
 have thought this error worth remarking, but that the compiler of the 
 Dissertation on the Harp, prefixed to Mr. Bunting's last Work, has 
 adopted it implicitly. 
 
 •f The Scotch lay claim to some of our best airs, but there are strong 
 traits of difference between their melodies and ours. They had formerly 
 the same passion for robbing us of our Saints, and the learned Dempster 
 was for this offence called " The Saint Stealer." It was an Irishman, I 
 suppose, who, by way of reprisal, stole Dempster's beautiful wife from him 
 at Pisa. — See this anecdote in the Pinacotheca of Erythrasus, part i. p. 25. 
 
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 In profiting, however, by the improvements of the 
 moderns, our style still keeps its originality sacred from 
 their refinements ; and though Carolan had frequent op- 
 portunities of hearing the works of Germiniani and other 
 masters, we but rarely find him sacrificing his native 
 simplicity to the ambition of their ornaments, or affecta- 
 tion of their science. In that curious composition, indeed, 
 called his Concerto, it is evident that he laboured to imi- 
 tate Corelli ; and this union of manners, so very dissimilar, 
 produces the same kind of uneasy sensation which is felt 
 at a mixture of different styles of architecture. In gene- 
 ral, however, the artless flow of our music has preserved 
 itself free from all tinge of foreign innovation*, and the 
 chief corruptions of which we have to complain arise from 
 the unskilful performance of our own itinerant musicians, 
 from whom, too frequently, the airs are noted down, en- 
 
 * Among other false refinements of the art, our music (with the ex- 
 ception perhaps of the air called " Mamma, Mamma," and one or two 
 more of the same ludicrous description,) has avoided that puerile mimicry 
 of natural noises, motions, &c, which disgraces so often the works of even 
 Handel himself. D'Alembert ought to have had better taste than to 
 become the patron of this imitative affectation. — Discours Preliminaire 
 de V Encyclopedic. The reader may find some good remarks on the 
 subject in Avison upon Musical Expression; a work which, though under 
 the name of Avison, was written, it is said, by Dr. Brown. 
 
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 cumbered by their tasteless decorations, and responsible 
 for all their ignorant anomalies. Though it be sometimes 
 impossible to trace the original strain, yet, in most of 
 them, "auri per ramos aura refulget*," the pure gold of 
 the melody shines through the ungraceful foliage which 
 surrounds it — and the most delicate and difficult duty of 
 a compiler is to endeavour, as much as possible, by re- 
 trenching these inelegant superfluities, and collating the 
 various methods of playing or singing each air, to restore 
 the regularity of its form, and the chaste simplicity of its 
 character. 
 
 I must again observe, that in doubting the antiquity of 
 our music, my scepticism extends but to those polished 
 specimens of the art, which it is difficult to conceive an- 
 terior to the dawn of modern improvement; and that 
 I would by no means invalidate the claims of Ireland to 
 as early a rank in the annals of minstrelsy, as the most 
 zealous antiquary may be inclined to allow her. In addi- 
 tion, indeed, to the power which music must always 
 have possessed over the minds of a people so ardent and 
 susceptible, the stimulus of persecution was not wanting 
 to quicken our taste into enthusiasm ; the charms of song 
 
 * Virgil, iEneid, lib. vi. verse 204. 
 
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 were ennobled with the glories of martyrdom, and the 
 acts against minstrels, in the reigns of Henry VIII. and 
 Elizabeth, were as successful, I doubt not, in making my 
 countrymen musicians, as the penal laws have been in 
 keeping them Catholics. 
 
 With respect to the verses which I have written for 
 these Melodies, as they are intended rather to be sung 
 than read, I can answer for their sound with somewhat 
 more confidence than for their sense. Yet it would be 
 affectation to deny that I have given much attention to 
 the task, and that it is not through want of zeal or in- 
 dustry, if I unfortunately disgrace the sweet airs of my 
 country, by poetry altogether unworthy of their taste, 
 their energy, and their tenderness. 
 
 Though the humble nature of my contributions to this 
 work may exempt them from the rigours of literary cri- 
 ticism, it was not to be expected that those touches of 
 political feeling, those tones of national complaint, in 
 which the poetry sometimes sympathizes with the music, 
 would be suffered to pass without censure or alarm. It has 
 been accordingly said, that the tendency of this publication 
 is mischievous*, and that I have chosen these airs but as 
 
 * See Letters, under the signatures of Timasus, &c. ? in the Morning 
 Post, Pilot, and other papers. 
 
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 a vehicle of dangerous politics — as fair and precious 
 vessels (to borrow an image of St. Augustin*), from which 
 the wine of error might be administered. To those who 
 identify nationality with treason, and who see, in every 
 effort for Ireland, a system of hostility towards England, 
 — to those, too, who, nursed in the gloom of prejudice, 
 are alarmed by the faintest gleam of liberality that 
 threatens to disturb their darkness — like that Demophon 
 of old, who, when the sun shone upon him, shivered f — 
 to such men I shall not deign to offer an apology for the 
 warmth of any political sentiment which may occur in the 
 course of these pages. But as there are many, among the 
 more wise and tolerant, who, with feeling enough to mourn 
 over the wrongs of their country, and sense enough to 
 perceive all the danger of not redressing them, may yet 
 think that allusions in the least degree bold or inflam- 
 matory should be avoided in a publication of this popular 
 description — I beg of these respected persons to believe, 
 that there is no one who deprecates more sincerely than I 
 do, any appeal to the passions of an ignorant and angry 
 
 * "Non accuso verba, quasi vasa electa atque pretiosa; sed vinum 
 erroris quod cum eis nobis propinatur." — Lib. i. Confess, chap. 16. 
 
 ■f This emblem of modern bigots was head-butler (rpaTre^oTroiog) to 
 Alexander the Great. — Sext. Empir. Pyrrh. Hypoth. lib. i. 
 
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 multitude ; but that it is not through that gross and in- 
 flammable region of society a work of this nature could 
 ever have been intended to circulate. It looks much 
 higher for its audience and readers : it is found upon the 
 piano-fortes of the rich and the educated — of those who 
 can afford to have their national zeal a little stimulated, 
 without exciting much dread of the excesses into which it 
 may hurry them ; and of many whose nerves may be, 
 now and then, alarmed with advantage, as much more is 
 to be gained by their fears than could ever be expected 
 from their justice. 
 
 Having thus adverted to the principal objection which 
 has been hitherto made to the poetical part of this work, 
 allow me to add a few words in defence of my ingenious 
 coadjutor, Sir John Stevenson, who has been accused of 
 having spoiled the simplicity of the airs by the chromatic 
 richness of his symphonies, and the elaborate variety of 
 his harmonies, We might cite the example of the admir- 
 able Haydn, who has sported through all the mazes of 
 musical science, in his arrangement of the simplest Scottish 
 melodies ; but it appears to me, that Sir John Stevenson 
 has brought a national feeling to this task, which it would 
 be in vain to expect from a foreigner, however tasteful or 
 judicious. Through many of his own compositions we 
 
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 trace a vein of Irish sentiment, which points him out as 
 peculiarly suited to catch the spirit of his country's music; 
 and, far from agreeing with those fastidious critics who 
 think that his symphonies have nothing kindred with the 
 airs which they introduce, I would say that, in general, 
 they resemble those illuminated initials of old manuscripts, 
 which are of the same character with the writing which 
 follows, though more highly coloured and more curiously 
 ornamented. 
 
 In those airs, which are arranged for voices, his skill 
 has particularly distinguished itself ; and, though it cannot 
 be denied that a single melody most naturally expresses 
 the language of feeling and passion, yet often, when a 
 favourite strain has been dismissed, as having lost its 
 charm of novelty for the year, it returns, in a harmonised 
 shape, with new claims upon our interest and attention ; 
 and to those who study the delicate artifices of composition, 
 the construction of the inner parts of these pieces must 
 afford, I think, considerable satisfaction. Every voice has 
 an air to itself, a flowing succession of notes, which might 
 be heard with pleasure, independently of the rest — so 
 artfully has the harmonist (if I may thus express it) 
 g duelled the melody, distributing an equal portion of its 
 sweetness to every part. 
 
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 If your Ladyship's love of Music were not known to me, 
 I should not have hazarded so long a letter upon the 
 subject ; but as, probably, I may have presumed too far 
 upon your partiality, the best revenge you can take is to 
 write me just as long a letter upon Painting; and I 
 promise to attend to your theory of the art, with a 
 pleasure only surpassed by that which I have so often 
 derived from your practice of it. — May the mind which 
 such talents adorn continue calm as it is bright, and 
 happy as it is virtuous ! 
 
 Believe me, your Ladyship's 
 
 Grateful Friend and Servant, 
 
 Thomas Moore. 
 
 ADVERTISEMENT 
 
 FOURTH NUMBER. 
 
 This Number of the Melodies ought to have appeared 
 much earlier ; and the writer of the words is ashamed to 
 confess, that the delay of its publication must be imputed 
 chiefly, if not entirely, to him. He finds it necessary to 
 
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 make this avowal, not only for the purpose of removing 
 all blame from the Publisher, but in consequence of a 
 rumour which has been circulated industriously in Dublin, 
 that the Irish Government had interfered to prevent the 
 continuance of the Work. 
 
 This would be, indeed, a revival of Henry the Eighth's 
 enactments against Minstrels, and it is flattering to find 
 that so much importance is attached to our compilation, 
 even by such persons as the inventors of the report. 
 Bishop Lowth, it is true, was of opinion, that one song, 
 like the Hymn to Harmodius, would have done more 
 towards rousing the spirit of the Romans than all the 
 Philippics of Cicero. But we live in wiser and less 
 musical times : ballads have long lost their revolutionary 
 powers ; and we question if even a " Lillibullero " would 
 produce any very serious consequences at present. It is 
 needless, therefore, to add, that there is no truth in the 
 report ; and we trust that whatever belief it obtained was 
 founded rather upon the character of the Government than 
 of the Work. 
 
 The Airs of the last Number, though full of originality 
 and beauty, were, perhaps, in general, too curiously 
 selected to become all at once as popular as, we think, 
 they deserve to be. The Public are remarkably reserved 
 
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 towards new acquaintances in music, which, perhaps, is 
 one of the reasons why many modern composers introduce 
 none but old friends to their notice. Indeed, it is natural 
 that persons, who love music only by association, should 
 be slow in feeling the charms of a new and strange 
 melody ; while those, who have a quick sensibility for 
 this enchanting art, will as naturally seek and enjoy 
 novelty, because in every variety of strain they find a 
 fresh combination of ideas ; and the sound has scarcely 
 reached the ear, before the heart has rapidly translated 
 it into sentiment. After all, however, it cannot be denied 
 that the most popular of our National Airs are also the 
 most beautiful ; and it has been our wish in the present 
 Number, to select from those melodies only which have 
 long been listened to and admired. The least known in 
 the collection is the Air of " Love's Young Dream ; " but 
 it is one of those easy, artless strangers, whose merit the 
 heart acknowledges instantly. 
 
 T. M. 
 
 Bury Street, St. Jamess,, 
 Nov. 1811. 
 
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 ADVERTISEMENT 
 
 FIFTH NUMBER. 
 
 It is but fair to those, who take an interest in this Work, 
 to state that it is now very near its termination, and that 
 the Sixth Number, which shall speedily appear, will, most 
 probably, be the last of the series. Three volumes 
 will then have been completed, according to the original 
 plan, and the Proprietors desire me to say that a List 
 of Subscribers will be published with the concluding 
 Number. 
 
 It is not so much from a want of materials, and still 
 less from any abatement of zeal or industry, that we have 
 adopted the resolution of bringing our task to a close ; 
 but we feel so proud, for our country's sake and our own, 
 of the interest which this purely Irish Work has excited, 
 and so anxious lest a particle of that interest should be 
 lost by any ill-judged protraction of its existence, that 
 we think it wiser to take away the cup from the lip, while 
 its flavour is yet, we trust, fresh and sweet, than to risk 
 
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 any longer trial of the charm, or give so much as not to 
 leave some wish for more. In speaking thus, I allude 
 entirely to the Airs, which are, of course, the main 
 attraction of these Volumes ; and though we have still 
 many popular and delightful Melodies to produce*, yet 
 it cannot be denied that we should soon experience some 
 difficulty in equalling the richness and novelty of the 
 earlier Numbers, for which, as we had the choice of all 
 before us, we naturally selected only the most rare and 
 beautiful. The Poetry, too, would be sure to sympathise 
 with the decline of the Music ; and, however feebly my 
 words have kept pace with the excellence of the Airs, they 
 would follow their falling off, I fear, with wonderful 
 alacrity. So that, altogether, both pride and prudence 
 counsel us to stop, while the work is yet, we believe, 
 flourishing and attractive, and in the imperial attitude 
 " stantes mori" before we incur the charge either of 
 altering for the worse, or what is equally unpardonable, 
 continuing too long the same. 
 
 * Among these is Savourna Deelish, which I have hitherto only 
 withheld from the diffidence I feel in treading upon the same ground 
 with Mr. Campbell, whose beautiful words to this fine Air have taken 
 too strong possession of all ears and hearts, for me to think of producing 
 any impression after him. I suppose, however, I must attempt it for 
 the next Number. 
 
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 We beg. however, to say, it is only in the event of our 
 failing to find Airs as exquisite as most of those we have 
 given, that we mean thus to anticipate the natural period 
 of dissolution — like those Indians who put their relatives 
 to death when they become feeble — and they who wish 
 to retard this Euthanasia of the Irish Melodies, cannot 
 better effect it than by contributing to our collection, not 
 what are called curious Airs, for we have abundance of 
 them, and they are, in general, only curious, but any real 
 sweet and expressive Songs of our Country, which either 
 chance or research may have brought into their hands. 
 
 T. M. 
 
 Mayfield Cottage, Ashbourne, 
 December, 1813. 
 
 ADVERTISEMENT 
 
 TO THE 
 
 SIXTH NUMBER. 
 
 In presenting this Sixth Number to the Public as our last, 
 and bidding adieu to the Irish Harp for ever, we shall not 
 answer very confidently for the strength of our resolution, 
 nor feel quite sure that it may not prove, after all, to be 
 
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 only one of those eternal farewells which a lover takes of 
 his mistress occasionally. Our only motive, indeed, for 
 discontinuing the Work was a fear that our treasures 
 were nearly exhausted, and an unwillingness to descend 
 to the gathering of mere seed-pearl, after the very valu- 
 able gems it has been our lot to string together. The 
 announcement, however, of this intention, in our Fifth 
 Number, has excited a degree of anxiety in the lovers of 
 Irish Music, not only pleasant and flattering, but highly 
 useful to us; for the various contributions we have re- 
 ceived in consequence have enriched our collection with so 
 many choice and beautiful Airs, that if we keep to our 
 resolution of publishing no more, it will certainly be an 
 instance of forbearance and self-command, unexampled in 
 the history of poets and musicians. To one Gentleman 
 in particular, who has been many years resident in 
 England, but who has not forgot, among his various 
 pursuits, either the language or the melodies of his native 
 country, we beg to offer our best thanks for the many 
 interesting communications with which he has favoured 
 us ; and we trust that he and our other friends will not 
 relax in those efforts by which we have been so consider- 
 ably assisted ; for, though the work must now be con- 
 sidered as defunct, yet — as Reaumur, the naturalist, 
 
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 found out the art of making the cicada sing after it was 
 dead — it is not impossible that, some time or other, we 
 may try a similar experiment upon the Irish Melodies. 
 
 T. M. 
 
 Mayfield Ashbourne, 
 March, 1815. 
 
 ADVERTISEMENT 
 
 TO THE 
 
 SEVENTH NUMBER. 
 
 If I had consulted only my own judgment, this Work 
 would not have extended beyond the Six Numbers already 
 published; which contain, perhaps, the flower of our 
 national melodies, and have attained a rank in public 
 favour, of which I would not willingly risk the forfeiture, 
 by degenerating, in any way, from those merits that were 
 its source. Whatever treasures of our music were still in 
 reserve, (and it will be seen, I trust, that they are nu- 
 merous and valuable,) I would gladly have left to future 
 poets to glean, and, with the ritual words " tibi trado" 
 
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 would have delivered up the torch into other hands, before 
 it had lost much of its light in my own. But the call for 
 a continuance of the work has been, as I understand from 
 the Publisher, so general, and we have received so many 
 contributions of old and beautiful airs*, the suppression 
 of which, for the enhancement of those we have published, 
 would resemble too much the policy of the Dutch in 
 burning their spices, that I have been persuaded, though 
 not without considerable diffidence in my success, to com- 
 mence a new series of the Irish Melodies. 
 
 T. M. 
 
 * One Gentleman, in particular, whose name I shall feel happy in 
 being allowed to mention, has not only sent us nearly forty ancient airs, 
 but has communicated many curious fragments of Irish poetry, and some 
 interesting traditions current in the country where he resides, illustrated 
 by sketches of the romantic scenery to which they refer ; all of which, 
 though too late for the present Number, will be of infinite service to us 
 in the prosecution of our task. 
 
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 DEDICATION 
 
 TO 
 
 THE MARCHIONESS OE HEADFOBT, 
 
 PREFIXED TO 
 
 THE TENTH NUMBER. 
 
 It is with a pleasure, not unmixed with melancholy, that 
 I dedicate the last Number of the Irish Melodies to your 
 Ladyship ; nor can I have any doubt that the feelings 
 with which you receive the tribute will be of the same 
 mingled and saddened tone. To you, who though but 
 little beyond the season of childhood, when the earlier 
 numbers of this work appeared, lent the aid of your beau- 
 tiful voice, and, even then, exquisite feeling for music, to 
 the happy circle who met, to sing them together, under 
 your father's roof, the gratification, whatever it may be, 
 which this humble offering brings, cannot be otherwise 
 than darkened by the mournful reflection, how many of 
 the voices which then joined with ours are now silent in 
 death ! 
 
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 PREFATORY NOTICES. 
 
 I am not without hope that, as far as regards the 
 grace and spirit of the Melodies, you will find this closing 
 portion of the work not unworthy of what has pre- 
 ceded it. The Sixteen Airs, of which the Number and 
 the Supplement consist, have been selected from the 
 immense mass of Irish music which has been for years 
 past accumulating in my hands ; and it was from a desire 
 to include all that appeared most worthy of preservation, 
 that the four supplementary songs which follow this Tenth 
 Number have been added. 
 
 Trusting that I may yet again, in rememberance of old 
 times, hear our voices together in some of the harmonized 
 airs of this Volume, I have the honour to subscribe 
 myself, 
 
 Your Ladyship's faithful Friend and Servant, 
 
 Thomas Moore. 
 
 Sloperton Cottage, 
 May, 1834. 
 
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NOTES. 
 
 Note 1. page 7. 
 
 One chord from that harp or one lock from that hair. 
 
 " In the twenty-eighth year of the reign of Henry VIII. an Act was 
 made respecting the habits, and dress in general, of the Irish, whereby 
 all persons were restrained from being shorn or shaven above the ears, 
 or from wearing G-libbes, or Coulins (long locks), on their heads, or hair 
 on their upper lip, called Crommeal. On this occasion a song was 
 written by one of our bards, in which an Irish virgin is made to give the 
 preference to her dear Coulin (or the youth with the flowing locks) to 
 all strangers (by which the English were meant), or those who wore their 
 habits. Of this song the air alone has reached us, and is universally 
 admired." — Walker's Historical Memoirs of Irish Bards, p. 134. 
 Mr. Walker informs us, also, that about the same period there were some 
 harsh measures taken against the Irish Minstrels. 
 
 Note 2. page 8. 
 
 REMEMBER THE GLORIES OP BRIEN THE BRAVE. 
 
 Brien Borombe, the great Monarch of Ireland, who was killed at the 
 battle of Clontarf, in the beginning of the 11th century, after having 
 defeated the Danes in twenty-five engagements. 
 
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IRISH MELODIES. 
 
 Note 3. page 8. 
 Thd lost to Mononia and cold in the grave, 
 Munster. 
 
 Note 4. page 8. 
 He returns to Kinkora no more 1 
 The palace of Brien. 
 
 Note 5. page 10. 
 Forget not our wounded companions, who stood. 
 
 This alludes to an interesting circumstance related of the Dalgais, the 
 favourite troops of Brien, when they were interrupted in their return 
 from the battle of Clontarf, by Fitzpatrick, prince of Ossory. The 
 wounded men entreated that they might be allowed to fight with the 
 rest. — " Let stakes (they said) be stuck in the ground, and suffer each 
 of us, tied to and supported by one of these stakes, to be placed in his 
 rank by the side of a sound man." " Between seven and eight hundred 
 wounded men (adds O'Halloran), pale, emaciated, and supported in this 
 manner, appeared mixed with the foremost of the troops; — never was 
 such another sight exhibited." — History of Ireland, Book XII. Chap. i. 
 
 Note 6. page 11. 
 In times of old through Ammon's shade, 
 Solis Fons, near the Temple of Ammon. 
 
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NOTES. 
 Note 7. page 16. 
 
 THE MEETING OF THE WATERS. 
 
 " The Meeting of the Waters " forms a part of that beautiful scenery 
 which lies between Rathdrum and Arklow, in the county of Wicklow ; 
 and these lines were suggested by a visit to this romantic spot, in the 
 summer of the year 1807. 
 
 Note 8. page 16. 
 As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet 
 The rivers Avon and Avoca. 
 
 Note 9. page 19. 
 
 RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE, 
 
 This ballad is founded upon the following anecdote : — " The people 
 were inspired with such a spirit of honour, virtue, and religion, by the 
 great example of Brien, and by his excellent administration, that, as a 
 proof of it, we are informed that a young lady of great beauty, adorned 
 with jewels and a costly dress, undertook a journey alone, from one end 
 of the kingdom to the other, with a wand only in her hand, at the top of 
 which was a ring of exceeding great value ; and such an impression had the 
 laws and government of this monarch made on the minds of all the people, 
 that no attempt was made upon her honour, nor was she robbed of her 
 clothes or jewels." — Warner's History of Ireland, Vol. I. Book x. 
 
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IRISH MELODIES. 
 
 Note 10. page 21. 
 We're fallen upon gloomy days. 
 
 I have endeavoured here, without losing that Irish character which 
 it is my object to preserve throughout this work, to allude to the sad 
 and ominous fatality, by which England has been deprived of so many 
 great and good men, at a moment when she most requires all the aids of 
 talent and integrity. 
 
 Note 11. page 22. 
 Thou, of the Hundred Fights ! 
 
 This designation, which has been applied to Lord Nelson before, is 
 the title given to a celebrated Irish Hero, in a Poem by O'Guive, the 
 bard of O'Neil, which is quoted in the " Philosophical Survey of the 
 South of Ireland," p. 433. " Con, of the hundred Fights, sleep in thy 
 grass-grown tomb, and upbraid not our defeats with thy victories!" 
 
 Note 12. page 22. 
 Truth, peace, and freedom hung ! 
 Fox, " Romanorum ultimus." 
 
 Note 13. page 25. 
 Where weary travellers love to call. 
 
 " In every house was one or two harps, free to all travellers, who 
 were the more caressed the more they excelled in music." — O'Halloran. 
 
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NOTES. 
 Note 14. page 29. 
 
 ST. SENANUS. 
 
 In a metrical life of St. Senanus, which is taken from an old Kilkenny 
 - 
 MS., and may be found among the Acta Sanctorum Hibernice, we are 
 
 told of his flight to the Island of Scattery, and his resolution not to admit 
 
 any woman of the party ; he refused to receive even a sister saint, St. 
 
 Cannera, whom an angel had taken to the island for the express purpose 
 
 of introducing her to him. The following was the ungracious answer of 
 
 Senanus, according to his poetical biographer : - — 
 
 Cui Prcesul, quid fceminis 
 Commune est cum monachis ? 
 Nee te nee ullam aliam 
 Admittemus in insulam. 
 See the Acta Sanct. Hib. p. 610. 
 
 According to Dr. Ledwich, St. Senanus was no less a personage than 
 the river Shannon ; but O'Connor and other antiquarians deny the 
 metamorphose indignantly. 
 
 i 
 
 Note 15. page 38. 
 When Malachi wore the collar of gold. 
 
 " This brought on an encounter between Malachi (the Monarch of 
 Ireland in the tenth century) and the Danes, in which Malachi defeated 
 two of their champions, whom he encountered successively, hand to hand, 
 taking a collar of gold from the neck of one, and carrying off the sword 
 of the other, as trophies of his victory." — Warner's History of Ireland, 
 Vol. I. Book ix. 
 
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IRISH MELODIES. 
 
 Note 16. page 38. 
 Led the Red- Branch Knights to danger. 
 
 " Military orders of knights were very early established in Ireland ; 
 long before the birth of Christ we find an hereditary order of Chivalry 
 in Ulster called Curaidhe na Craiobhe ruadh, or the Knights of the 
 Red-Branch, from their chief seat in Emania, adjoining to the palace of 
 the Ulster kings, called Teagh na Craiobhe ruadh, or the Academy of 
 the Red-Branch ; and contiguous to which was a large hospital, founded 
 for the sick knights and soldiers, called Bronbhearg, or the House of the 
 Sorrowful Soldier." — O'Halloran's Introduction, fyc, Part I. Chap. v. 
 
 Note 17. page 38. 
 For the long-faded glories they cover. 
 
 It was an old tradition, in the time of Giraldus, that Lough Neagh 
 had been originally a fountain, by whose sudden overflowing the country 
 was inundated, and a whole region, like the Atlantis of Plato, over- 
 whelmed. He says that the fishermen, in clear weather, used to point 
 out to strangers the tall ecclesiastical towers under the water. Piscatores 
 aquce illius turres ecclesiastic as, quce more patrice arctce sunt et altce, 
 necnon et rotundce, sub undis manifeste sereno tempore conspiciunt, et 
 extraneis transeuntibus, reique causas admirantibus, frequenter ostendunt. 
 — Topogk. Hib., Dist. ii. c. 9. 
 
 Note 18. page 39. 
 
 THE SONG OF FIONNUALA. 
 
 To make this story intelligible in a song would require a much greater 
 number of verses than any one is authorised to inflict upon an audience 
 
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NOTES. 
 
 at once ; the reader must therefore be content to learn, in a note, that 
 Fionnuala, the daughter of Lir, was, by some supernatural power, trans- 
 formed into a swan, and condemned to wander for many hundred years, 
 over certain lakes and rivers in Ireland, till the coming of Christianity, 
 when the first sound of the mass-bell was to be the signal of her release. 
 — I found this fanciful fiction among some manuscript translations from 
 the Irish, which were begun under the direction of that enlightened 
 friend of Ireland, the late Countess of Moira. 
 
 Note 19. page 43. 
 Like the bright lamp that shone in Kild are's holy fane. 
 
 The inextinguishable fire of St. Bridget, at Kildare, which Giraldus 
 mentions, "Apud Kildariam occurrit Ignis Sanctae Brigidae, quern in- 
 extinguibilem vocant; non quod extingui non possit, sed quod tarn 
 solicite moniales et sanctaa mulieres ignem, suppetente materia, fovent 
 et nutriunt, ut a. tempore virginis per tot annorum curricula semper 
 mansit inextinctus." — Girald. Camb. de Mirabil. Hibern., Dist. ii. 
 c. 34. 
 
 Note 20. page 44. 
 And daylight and liberty bless the young flower. 
 
 Mrs. H. Tighe, in her exquisite lines on the lily, has applied this 
 image to a still more important object. 
 
 Note 21. page 45. 
 
 oh! blame not the bard. 
 
 We may suppose this apology to have been uttered by one of those 
 
 wandering bards, whom Spenser so severely, and perhaps truly, describes 
 
 in his " State of Ireland," and whose poems, he tells us, "were sprinkled 
 
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IRISH MELODIES. 
 
 with some pretty flowers of their natural device, which have good grace 
 and comeliness unto them, the which it is great pity to see abused to the 
 gracing of wickedness and vice, which, with good usage, would serve to 
 adorn and beautify virtue." 
 
 Note 22. page 45. 
 Might have bent a proud bow to the warrior's dart. 
 
 It is conjectured, by TVorniius, that the name of Ireland is derived from 
 Yr, the Runic for a boiv , in the use of which weapon the Irish were once 
 very expert. This derivation is certainly more creditable to us than the 
 following : " So that Ireland (called the land of Ire, from the constant 
 broils therein for 400 years) was now become the land of concord." 
 
 — Lloyd's State Worthies, art. The Lord Grandison. 
 
 Note 23. page 46. 
 Like the tvreath of Harmodius, should cover his sword. 
 
 See the Hymn, attributed to Alcosus, Ey /.ivprov K\adi to ^ityoQ tyoprjaio 
 
 — "I will carry my sword, hidden in myrtles, like Harmodius and 
 Aristogiton," &c. 
 
 Note 24. page 50. 
 Which near our planet smiling came. 
 
 " Of such celestial bodies as are visible, the sun excepted, the single 
 moon, as despicable as it is in comparison to most of the others, is much 
 more beneficial than they all put together." — Whiston's Theory, S?c. 
 
 In the Entretiens d'Ariste, among other ingenious emblems, we find 
 a starry sky without a moon, with these words, Non mille, quod absens. 
 
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NOTES. 
 
 Note 25. page 51. 
 The brook can see no moon but this. 
 This image was suggested by the following thought, which occurs 
 somewhere in Sir William Jones's works : " The moon looks upon many 
 night-flowers, the night-flower sees but one moon." 
 
 Note 26. page 52. 
 
 A butterfly fresh from the night-flower's kisses. 
 
 An emblem of the soul. 
 
 Note 27. page 55. 
 May we fledge that horn in triumph round ! 
 
 " The Irish Corna was not entirely devoted to martial purposes. In 
 the heroic ages our ancestors quaffed Meadh out of them, as the Danish 
 hunters do their beverage at this day." — Walker. 
 
 Note 28. page 58. 
 
 THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS. 
 
 Meaning, allegorically, the ancient church of Ireland. 
 
 Note 29. page 59. 
 Where shineth thy spirit, there liberty shineth too ! 
 
 " Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty." — St. Paul, 2 Cor. 
 iii. 17. 
 
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IRISH MELODIES. 
 
 Note 30. page 63. 
 The cold chain of Silence had hung o'er thee long. 
 
 In that rebellious but beautiful song, " When Erin first rose," there is, 
 if I recollect right, the following line : — 
 
 " The dark chain of Silence was thrown o'er the deep." 
 
 The Chain of Silence was a sort of practical figure of rhetoric among 
 the ancient Irish. Walker tells us of a celebrated contention for pre- 
 cedence between Finn and Gaul, near Finn's palace at Almhaim, where 
 the attending bards, anxious, if possible, to produce a cessation of hos- 
 tilities, shook the Chain of Silence, and flung themselves among the 
 ranks." See also the Ode to Gaul, the Son of 3Iorni, in Miss Brooke's 
 Reliques of Irish Poetry. 
 
 Note 31. page 66. 
 
 THE PRINCE'S DAY. 
 
 This song was written for a fete in honour of the Prince of Wales's 
 birthday, given by my friend, Major Bryan, at his seat in the county of 
 Kilkenny. 
 
 Note 32. page 71. 
 
 BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE. 
 
 This ballad is founded upon one of the many stories related of St. 
 Kevin, whose bed in the rock is to be seen at Glendalough, a most gloomy 
 and romantic spot in the county of Wicklow. 
 
 Note 33. page 71. 
 Sky-lark never warbles o'er. 
 
 There are many other curious traditions concerning this Lake, which 
 may be found in Giraldus, Colgan, &c. 
 
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NOTES. 
 Note 34. page 74. 
 
 IT IS NOT THE TEAK AT THIS MOMENT SHED. 
 
 These lines were occasioned by the loss of a very near and dear relative, 
 who died lately at Madeira. 
 
 Note 35. page 76. 
 Than to remember thee, Mary! 
 I have here made a feeble effort to imitate that exquisite inscription of 
 Shenstone's, " Heu ! quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui 
 meniinisse ! " 
 
 Note 36. page 78. 
 Avenging and bright fall the swift sword o/°Erin. 
 The words of this song were suggested by the very ancient Irish story 
 called "Deirdri, or the Lamentable Fate of the Sons of Usnach," which 
 has been translated literally from the Gaelic, by Mr. OTlanagan (see 
 Vol. I. of Transactions of the Gaelic Society of Dublin), and upon which 
 it appears that the "Darthula of Macpherson" is founded. The treachery 
 of Conor, King of Ulster, in putting to death the three sons of Osna, 
 was the cause of a desolating war against Ulster, which terminated in 
 the destruction of Eman. " This story (says Mr. O'Flanagan) has been, 
 from time immemorial, held in high repute as one of the three tragic 
 stories of the Irish. These are, ' The death of the children of Touran ; ' 
 i The death of the children of Lear ' (both regarding Tuatha de Danans) ; 
 and this, 'The death of the children of Usnach,' which is a Milesian story." 
 It will be recollected that, in the Second Number of these Melodies, 
 there is a ballad upon the story of the children of Lear or Lir ; "Silent, 
 oh Moyle ! " &c. 
 
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IRISH MELODIES. 
 
 Whatever may be thought of those sanguine claims to antiquity, which 
 Mr. O'Flanagan and others advance for the literature of Ireland, it would 
 be a very lasting reproach upon our nationality, if the Gaelic researches 
 of this gentleman did not meet with all the liberal encouragement they 
 merit. 
 
 Note 37. page 78. 
 By the red cloud that hung over Conor's dark dwelling, 
 " Oh Nasi ! view that cloud that I here see in the sky ! I see over 
 Eman-green a chilling cloud of blood-tinged-red." — Deidris Song. 
 
 Note 38. page 78. 
 When Ulad's three champions lay sleeping in gore. 
 Ulster. 
 
 Note 39. page 83. 
 I think, oh my love! 'tis thy voice from, the kingdom of souls. 
 
 "There are countries," says Montaigne, "where they believe the 
 souls of the happy live in all manner of liberty, in delightful fields ; and 
 that it is those souls, repeating the words we utter which we call Echo." 
 
 Note 40. page 84. 
 Through Morna's grove. 
 
 " Steals silently to Morna's grove." 
 
 See a translation from the Irish, in Mr. Bunting's collection, by John 
 Brown, one of my earliest college companions and friends ; whose death 
 was as singularly melancholy and unfortunate as his life had been amiable, 
 honourable, and exemplary. 
 
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NOTES. 
 
 Note 41. page 87. 
 
 And neglected his task for the flowers on the way. 
 
 Proposito florem praetulit officio. — Propert. Lib. i. Eleg 20. 
 
 Note 42. page 88. 
 A triple grass. 
 
 St. Patrick is said to have made use of that species of the trefoil, to 
 which in Ireland we give the name of Shamrock, in explaining the 
 doctrine of the Trinity to the Pagan Irish. I do not know if there be 
 any other reason for our adoption of this plant as a national emblem. 
 Hope, among the Ancients, was sometimes represented as a beautiful 
 child, standing upon tip-toes, and a trefoil, or three-coloured grass, in her 
 hand. 
 
 Note 43. page 91. 
 
 PRINCE OF BREFFNI. 
 
 These stanzas are founded upon an event of most melancholy im- 
 portance to Ireland ; if, as we are told by our Irish historians, it gave 
 England the first opportunity of profiting by our divisions and subduing 
 us. The following are the circumstances, as related by O'Halloran : — 
 " The king of Leinster had long conceived a violent affection for Dear- 
 bhorgil, daughter to the king of Meath, and though she had been for 
 some time married to O'Ruark, prince of Breffni, yet it could not restrain 
 his passion. They carried on a private correspondence, and she informed 
 him that O'Ruark intended soon to go on a pilgrimage (an act of piety 
 frequent in those days), and conjured him to embrace that opportunity of 
 conveying her from a husband she detested to a lover she adored. Mac 
 Murchad too punctually obeyed the summons, and had the lady conveyed 
 
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IEISH MELODIES. 
 
 to his capital of Ferns." — The monarch Roderick espoused the cause of 
 O'Ruark, while Mac Mnrchad fled to England, and obtained the assist- 
 ance of Henry II. 
 
 " Such," adds Giraldus Canibrensis (as I find him in an old translation), 
 "islhe variable and fickle nature of woman, by whom all mischief in the 
 world (for the most part) do happen and come, as may appear by Marcus 
 Antonius, and by the destruction of Troy." 
 
 Note 44. page 93. 
 
 YOU REMEMBER ELLEN. 
 
 This ballad was suggested by a well-known and interesting story told 
 of a certain noble family in England. 
 
 Note 45. page 101. 
 We've but to make love to the lips ive are near. 
 
 I believe it is Marmontel who says, " Quand on n'a pas ce que Von 
 aime, il faut aimer ce que Von «." — There are so many matter-of-fact 
 people, who take such jeux d 'esprit as this defence of inconstancy to be 
 the actual and genuine sentiments of him who writes them, that they 
 compel one, in self-defence, to be as matter-of-fact as themselves, and to 
 remind them, that Democritus was not the worse physiologist for having 
 playfully contended that snow was black ; nor Erasmus in any degree 
 the less wise for having written an ingenious encomium of Folly. 
 
 Note 46. page 112. 
 Been like our Lagenian mine. 
 
 Our Wicklow gold-mines, to which this verse alludes, deserve, I fear, 
 but too well the character here given of them. 
 
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NOTES. 
 
 Note 47. page 112. 
 Has Hope, like the bird in the story. 
 
 " The bird, having got his prize, settled not far off, with the talisman 
 in his mouth. The prince drew near it, hoping it would drop it; 
 but as he approached, the bird took wing, and settled again," &c. — 
 Arabian Nights-*- Story of Kummir al Zummaun and the Princess of 
 China. 
 
 Note 48. page 120. 
 Like him the Sprite. 
 
 This alludes to a kind of Irish fairy, which is to be met with, they 
 say, in the fields at dusk ; — as long as you keep your eyes upon him, he 
 is fixed, and in your power ; but the moment you look away (and he is 
 ingenious in furnishing some inducement) he vanishes. I had thought' 
 that this was the sprite which we call the Leprechaun ; but a high 
 authority upon such subjects, Lady Morgan (in a note upon her national 
 and interesting novel, O'Donnel), has given a very different account of 
 that goblin. 
 
 Note 49. page 131. 
 At once, like a Sun-burst, her banner unfurVd. 
 
 "The Sun-burst" was the fanciful name given by the ancient Irish to 
 the royal banner. 
 
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IKISH MELODIES. 
 
 Note 50. page 136. 
 'Mid desolation tuneful still ! 
 
 " Dimidio magicas resonant ubi Memnone chordae." — Juvenal. 
 
 Note 51. page 148. 
 Tho the nymphs may have livelier poets to sing them. 
 
 "Tous les habitans de Mercure sont vifs." — Pluralite des Mondes. 
 
 Note 52. page 149. 
 And look, in their twilights, as lovely as you. 
 
 " La Terre pourra etre pour Venus l'etoile du berger et la mere des 
 amours, comme Venus Test pour nous." — Ibid. 
 
 Note 53. page 157. 
 Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling. 
 
 These verses were written after the perusal of a treatise by Mr. 
 Hamilton, professing to prove that the Irish were originally Jews. 
 
 Note 54. page 157. 
 And "while it is day yet, her sun hath gone down." 
 
 " Her sun is gone down while it was yet day." — Jer. xv. 9. 
 
 Note 55. page 158. 
 Ah, well may we call her like thee, " the Forsaken" 
 
 "Thou shalt no more be termed Forsaken." — Isaiah, lxii. 4. 
 
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NOTES. 
 
 Note 56. page 158. 
 When that cup, which for others the proud Golden City. 
 
 "How hath the oppressor ceased! the golden city ceased!" — Isaiah, 
 xiv. 11. 
 
 Note 57. page 158. 
 And, a ruin, at last, for the earth-worm to cover. 
 
 " Thy pomp is brought down to the grave and the worms cover 
 
 thee/' — Isaiah, xiv. 4. 
 
 Note 58. page 158. 
 The Lady of Kingdoms lay low in the dust. 
 
 "Thou shalt no more be called the Lady of Kingdoms, 
 xlvii. 5. 
 
 Isaiah, 
 
 Note 59. page 161. 
 Oh, ye Dead ! oh, ye Dead ! whom we know by the light you give. 
 
 Paul Zealand mentions that there is a mountain in some part of 
 Ireland, where the ghosts of persons who have died in foreign lands walk 
 about and converse with those they meet, like living people. If asked 
 why they do not return to their homes, they say they are obliged to go 
 to Mount Hecla, and disappear immediately. 
 
 Note 60. page 169. 
 / wish I was by that dim Lake. 
 
 These verses are meant to allude to that ancient haunt of superstition, 
 called Patrick's Purgatory. " In the midst of these gloomy regions of 
 
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IRISH MELODIES. 
 
 Donegal (says Dr. Campbell) lay a lake, which was to become the mystic 
 theatre of this fabled and intermediate state. In the lake were several 
 islands ; but one of them was dignified with that called the Mouth of 
 Purgatory, which, during the dark ages, attracted the notice of all Chris- 
 tendom, and was the resort of penitents and pilgrims from almost every 
 country in Europe." 
 
 " It was," as the same writer tells us, " one of the most dismal and 
 dreary spots in the North, almost inaccessible, through deep glens and 
 rugged mountains, frightful with impending rocks, and the hollow mur- 
 murs of the western winds in dark caverns, peopled only with such fan- 
 tastic beings as the mind, however gay, is, from strange association, wont 
 to appropriate to such gloomy scenes." — Strictures on the Ecclesiastical 
 and Literary History of Ireland. 
 
 Note 61. page 175. 
 
 'twas one of those dreams, that by music are brought. 
 
 Written during a visit to Lord Kenmare, at Killarney. 
 
 Note 62. page 178. 
 He hath been won down by them. 
 
 In describing the Skeligs (islands of the Barony of Forth), Dr. Keating 
 says, " There is a certain attractive virtue in the soil which draws down 
 all the birds that attempt to fly over it, and obliges them to light upon 
 the rock." 
 
 Note 63. page 178. 
 Lakes, where the pearl lies hid. 
 
 "Nennius, a British writer of the ninth century, mentions the abun- 
 dance of pearls in Ireland. Their princes, he says, hung them behind 
 
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NOTES. 
 
 their ears; and this we find confirmed by a present made, A.C. 1094, by 
 Gilbert, Bishop of Limerick, to Anselm, Archbishop of Canterbury, of a 
 considerable quantity of Irish pearls." — O'Halloran. 
 
 Note 64. page 178. 
 Glens, where Ocean comes. 
 
 GlensarifF. 
 
 Note 65. page 180. 
 And breathe the fresh air of life's morning once more. 
 
 Jours charmans, quand je songe a vos heureux instans. 
 Je pense remonter le fleuve de mes ans ; 
 Et mon coeur enchante sur sa rive fleurie 
 Respire encore 1'air pur du matin de la vie. 
 
 Note 66. page 180. 
 Is all we enjoy of each other in this. 
 
 The same thought has been happily expressed by my friend Mr. Wash- 
 ington Irving, in his Bracebridge Hall, Vol. I. p. 213. The pleasure 
 which I feel in calling this gentleman my friend, is much enhanced by 
 the reflection that he is too good an American to have admitted me so 
 readily to such a distinction, if he had not known that my feelings towards 
 the great and free country that gave him birth have long been such as 
 every real lover of the liberty and happiness of the human race must 
 entertain. 
 
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IRISH MELODIES. 
 
 Note 67. page 182, 
 And proclaim to the ivorld what a star hath been tost ! 
 
 It is only the two first verses that are either fitted or intended to be 
 
 sung. 
 
 Note 68. page 185. 
 
 DESMOND'S SONG. 
 
 " Thomas, the heir of the Desmond family, had accidentally been so en- 
 gaged in the chase, that he was benighted near Tralee, and obliged to take 
 shelter at the Abbey of Feal, in the house of one of his dependents, called 
 Mac Cormac Catherine, a beautiful daughter of his host, instantly in- 
 spired the Earl with a violent passion, which he could not subdue. He 
 married her, and by this inferior alliance alienated his followers, whose 
 brutal pride regarded this indulgence of his love as an unpardonable de- 
 gradation of his family." — Leland, Vol. II. 
 
 Note 69. page 187. 
 Like him, the boy, who born among. 
 
 The God of Silence, thus pictured by the Egyptians. 
 
 Note 70. page 193. 
 As from a parting spirit, came. 
 
 The thought here was suggested by some beautiful lines in Mr. Rogers's 
 Poem of Human Life, beginning — ■ 
 
 " Now in the glimmering, dying light she grows 
 Less and less earthly." 
 
 270 
 
NOTES. 
 
 I would quote the entire passage, but that I fear to put my own 
 humble imitation of it out of countenance. 
 
 Note 71. page 197. 
 The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall. 
 The palace of Fin Mac-Cumhal (the Fingal of Macpherson) in Leinster. 
 It was built on the top of the hill, which has retained from thence the 
 name of the Hill of Allen, in the County of Kildare. The Finians, or 
 Fenii, were the celebrated National Militia of Ireland, which this chief 
 commanded. The introduction of the Danes in the above song is an 
 anachronism common to most of the Finian and Ossianic legends. 
 
 Note 72. page 198. 
 And the Sun-burst o'er them floated wide. 
 
 The name given to the banner of the Irish. 
 
 Note 73. page 203. 
 Thy Naiads prepare his steed for him. 
 
 The particulars of the tradition respecting O'Donohue and his White 
 Horse may be found in Mr. Weld's Account of Killarney, or more fully 
 detailed in Derrick's Letters. For many years after his death, the spirit 
 of this hero is supposed to have been seen on the morning of May-day, 
 gliding over the lake on his favourite white horse, to the sound of sweet 
 unearthly music, and preceded by groups of youths and maidens, who 
 flung wreaths of delicate spring-flowers in his path. 
 
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IRISH MELODIES. 
 
 Among other stories connected with this Legend of the Lakes, it is 
 said that there was a young and beautiful girl, whose imagination was so 
 impressed with the idea of this visionary chieftain, that she fancied 
 herself in love with him, and at last, in a fit of insanity, on a May- 
 morning, threw herself into the lake. 
 
 Note 74. page 204. 
 WJien newly launch 1 d 9 thy long mane curls. 
 The boatmen at Killarney call those waves which come on a windy 
 day, crested with foam, " O'Donohue's white horses." 
 
 Note 75. page 209. 
 Was like that rock of the Druid race. 
 
 The Rocking Stones of the Druids, some of which no force is able to 
 dislodge from their stations. 
 
 Note 76. page 210. 
 " Our destined home or grave ? " 
 "Milesius remembered the remarkable prediction of the principal 
 Druid, who foretold that the posterity of Gadelus should obtain the pos- 
 session of a Western Island (which was Ireland), and there inhabit." — 
 Keating. 
 
NOTES. 
 
 Note 77. page 210. 
 " ' Tis Innisfail — 'tis Innisfail ! " 
 The Island of Destiny, one of the ancient names of Ireland. 
 
 Note 78. page 213. 
 Which dreaming poets sing. 
 
 " The inhabitants of Arranmore are still persuaded that, in a clear day, 
 they can see from this coast Hy Brysail, or the Enchanted Island, the 
 Paradise of the Pagan Irish, and concerning which they relate a number 
 of romantic stories." — Beaufort's Ancient Topography of Ireland. 
 
 Note 79. page 215. 
 
 SILENCE IS IN OUR FESTAL HALLS. 
 
 It is hardly necessary, perhaps, to inform the reader, that these lines 
 are meant as a tribute of sincere friendship to the memory of an old and 
 valued colleague in this work, Sir John Stevenson. 
 
 Note 80. page 217. 
 Lay his sword by his side — it hath serv'd him too well. 
 
 It was the custom of the ancient Irish, in the manner of the Scythians, 
 to bury the favourite swords of their heroes along with them. 
 
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INDEX. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Alone in crowds to wander on 211 
 
 And doth not a meeting like this make amends 179 
 
 As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow 18 
 
 As slow our ship her foamy track J 37 
 
 As vanquish'd Erin wept beside 190 
 
 At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly 83 
 
 Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin 78 
 
 Believe me, if all those endearing young charms 36 
 
 By that Lake, whose gloomy shore 71 
 
 By the Feal's wave benighted 185 
 
 By the hope within us springing 54 
 
 Come o'er the sea 113 
 
 Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer 133 
 
 Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief 40 
 
 Dear Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee 63 
 
 275 
 
INDEX. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Down in the valley come meet me to-night 162 
 
 Drink of this cup ; — you'll find there's a spell in 159 
 
 Drink to her who long 47 
 
 Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes.... 5 
 
 Fairest! put on awhile 177 
 
 Farewell! — but whenever you welcome the hour 103 
 
 Fill the bumper fair 122 
 
 Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour 11 
 
 Forget not the field where they perish'd 134 
 
 From this hour the pledge is given 196 
 
 Go where Glory waits thee 1 
 
 Has sorrow thy young days shaded Ill 
 
 Here we dwell, in holiest bowers 76 
 
 How dear to me the hour when daylight dies 22 
 
 How oft has theBenshee cried 21 
 
 How sweet the answer Echo makes 165 
 
 I'd mourn the hopes that leave me 107 
 
 If thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air 153 
 
 In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown 139 
 
 In yonder valley there dwelt, alone 188 
 
 I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining 1 99 
 
 I saw thy form in youthful prime 75 
 
 I wish I was by that dim Lake 169 
 
 It is not the tear at this moment shed 74 
 
 I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here 187 
 
 276 
 
INDEX. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Lay his sword by his side — it hath serv'd him too well 217 
 
 Lesbia hath a beaming eye 68 
 
 Let Erin remember the days of old 38 
 
 Like the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare's holy fane 43 
 
 My gentle Harp, once more I waken 135 
 
 Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns 81 
 
 Ne'er ask the hour — what is it to us 151 
 
 Night clos'd around the conqueror's way , 56 
 
 No, not more welcome the fairy numbers 125 
 
 Of all the fair months, that round the sun 203 
 
 Oh! Arranmore, lov'd Arranmore 212 
 
 Oh banquet not in those shining bowers 164 
 
 Oh! blame not the bard, if he flies to the bowers 45 
 
 Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade 6 
 
 Oh! could we do with this world of ours 214 
 
 Oh! doubt me not — the season 105 
 
 Oh for the swords of former time 155 
 
 Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own 57 
 
 Oh! haste and leave this sacred isle 29 
 
 Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright 64 
 
 Oh, the sight entrancing 173 
 
 Oh! think not my spirits are always as light 14 
 
 Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know by the light you give 161 
 
 Oh! weep for the hour 34 
 
 277 
 
INDEX. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Oh! where's the slave so lowly 118 
 
 One bumper at parting! — tho' many 109 
 
 Quick! we have but a second 168 
 
 Remember the Glories of Brien the Brave 8 
 
 Remember thee ; yes, while there's life in this heart 4 
 
 Rich and rare were the gems she wore 19 
 
 Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark 156 
 
 Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave. 182 
 
 She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps 80 
 
 She sung of Love, while o'er her lyre 193 
 
 Silence is in our festal halls . 215 
 
 Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water 39 
 
 Sing — sing — Music was given 206 
 
 Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me 191 
 
 Strike the gay harp ! see the moon is on high 194 
 
 Sublime was the warning that Liberty spoke 41 
 
 Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well 171 
 
 Take back the virgin page 27 
 
 The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking 166 
 
 The dream of those days when first I sung thee is o'er 200 
 
 The harp that once through Tara's halls 13 
 
 The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone.. 99 
 
 The time I've lost in wooing , 119 
 
 The valley lay smiling before me 91 
 
 278 
 
INDEX. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall 197 
 
 The young May moon is beaming, love 84 
 
 There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing 208 
 
 There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet 16 
 
 They came from a land beyond the sea 210 
 
 They know not my heart, who believe there can be 128 
 
 They may rail at this life — from the hour I began it 148 
 
 This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes 86 
 
 Tho' dark are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them 66 
 
 Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see 7 
 
 Though humble the banquet to which I invite thee. 3 26 
 
 Through Erin's isle 88 
 
 Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way 58 
 
 'Tis believ'd that this Harp, which I wake now for thee 60 
 
 'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking 131 
 
 'Tis sweet to think, that where'er we rove 101 
 
 'Tis the last rose of summer 95 
 
 To Ladies' eyes around, boy 143 
 
 To-morrow, comrade, we 201 
 
 'Twas one of those dreams, that by music are brought 1 75 
 
 We may roam thro' this world, like a child at a feast 31 
 
 Weep on, weep on, your hour is past 61 
 
 What life like that of the bard can be 205 
 
 What the bee is to the floweret 79 
 
 When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved 141 
 
 When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow 52 
 
 279 
 
INDEX. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 When first I met thee, warm and young 115 
 
 When he, who adores thee, has left but the name 23 
 
 When in death I shall calmly recline 24 
 
 When thro' life unblest we rove 97 
 
 Whene'er I see those smiling eyes 154 
 
 While gazing on the moon'slight 50 
 
 While History's Muse the memorial was keeping 129 
 
 Wreath the bowl 145 
 
 Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling 157 
 
 You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride 93 
 
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