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Page 116 - There is a stone there, that whoever kisses, Oh! he never misses to grow eloquent. 'Tis he may clamber to a lady's chamber, Or become a member of parliament: A clever spouter he'll sure turn out, or An out-and-outer, "to be let alone," Don't hope to hinder him, or to bewilder him; Sure he's a pilgrim from the Blarney stone!
Page 12 - Over dews, over sands, Will I fly, for your weal: Your holy, delicate white hands Shall girdle me with steel. At home in your emerald bowers, From morning's dawn till e'en, You'll pray for me, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen!
Page 217 - THE valley lay smiling before me, Where lately I left her behind, Yet I trembled, and something hung o'er me, That sadden'd the joy of my mind.
Page 130 - THE BELLS OF SHANDON. With deep affection and recollection I often think of those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder, where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee ; With thy bells of Shandon that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee.
Page 61 - Fearless she had track'd his feet To this rocky, wild retreat ; And, when morning met his view, Her mild glances met it too. Ah ! your Saints have cruel hearts ! Sternly from his bed he starts. And, with rude, repulsive shock, Hurls her from the beetling rock. Glendalough ! thy gloomy wave Soon was gentle Kathleen's grave ! Soon the Saint (yet ah ! too late) Felt her love, and mourn'd her fate. When he said,
Page 29 - He gave the little wealth he had, To build a house for fools and mad: And showed by one satiric touch, No nation wanted it so much: That kingdom he hath left his debtor, I wish it soon may have a better.
Page 217 - twas lonely, As if the loved tenant lay dead; — Ah, would it were death, and death only ! But no, the young false one had fled. And there hung the lute that could soften My very worst pains into bliss, While the hand that had waked it so often Now throbb'd to a proud rival's kiss.
Page 220 - Deep in Canadian woods we've met, From one bright island flown; Great is the land we tread, but yet Our hearts are with our own. And ere we leave this shanty small, While fades the autumn day, We'll toast old Ireland! Dear Old Ireland! Ireland, boys, hurra!
Page 77 - I THANK the goodness and the grace Which on my birth have smiled, And made me, in these Christian days, A happy English child.
Page 548 - Rossnaree, the corpse was found, And shepherds at their early charge Entomb'd it in the peaceful ground. A tranquil spot : a hopeful sound Comes from the ever youthful stream, And still on daisied mead and mound The dawn delays with tenderer beam. Round Cormac Spring renews her buds : In march perpetual by his side, Down come the earth-fresh April floods, And up the sea-fresh salmon glide ; And life and time rejoicing run From age to age their wonted way ; But still he waits the risen Sun, For still...