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Page 167 - I do perceive here a divided duty: To you I am bound for life, and education; My life, and education, both do learn me How to respect you ; you are the lord of duty, I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my husband; And so much duty as my mother show'd To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor, my lord.
Page 150 - The Orange heart was melted In pity to the green ; He heard the tale, and felt it His very soul within, " Dread not that angry warning Though death be in its tone — I'll save your life till morning, Or I will lose my own.
Page 149 - ERIN ! the tear and the smile in thine eyes Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies ! Shining through sorrow's stream, Saddening through pleasure's beam, Thy suns with doubtful gleam Weep while they rise. Erin ! thy silent tear never shall cease, Erin ! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase, Till, like the rainbow's light, Thy various tints unite, And form in Heaven's sight One arch of peace ! OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME.
Page 152 - mid the wild commotion, An Orangeman alone. ' My hair,' he said, ' is hoary, And feeble is my hand, And I could tell a story Would shame your cruel band. Full twenty years and over Have changed my heart and brow, And I am grown a lover Of peace and concord now.
Page 150 - I had a son — one only, One loved as my life, Thy hand has left me lonely, In that accursed strife. I pledged my word to save thee Until the storm should cease, I keep the pledge I gave thee — Arise, and go in peace!
Page 152 - It was not thus I greeted Your brother of the green, When, fainting and defeated, I freely took him in. I pledged my word to save him From vengeance rushing on : I kept the pledge I gave him, Though he had kill'd my son.
Page 138 - ... to a fanciful view, To weep for the buds it had left with regret, On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas ! I snapp'd it, it fell to the ground. And such...
Page 129 - Some men there are love not a gaping pig; Some, that are mad if they behold a cat; And others, when the bagpipe sings i...
Page 152 - Upon his bosom falling, That old man's tears came down ; Deep memory recalling That cot and fatal town. " The hand that would offend thee, My being first shall end ; I'm living to defend thee, My saviour and my friend ! " He said, and slowly turning, Address'd the wondering crowd, With fervent spirit burning, He told the tale aloud.