The Celt’s Paradise. Third Duan (John Banim Poems)
THE SAINT. Ossian, enough of this dotard theme,Lit up at the meteor--blaze of a dream,Wanton and vain as ever was fann'dBy ...
THE SAINT. Ossian, enough of this dotard theme,Lit up at the meteor--blaze of a dream,Wanton and vain as ever was fann'dBy ...
When summer's hot and sultry raysAre burdening our summer days,And men and beast are sore oppress'd,And vainly sigh and pant ...
OSSIAN. Man of prayers, lead me forthFrom our silent cell of care,The morning--breeze to me is worthAll thy hymns and all ...
Where yonder moss-grown ruin lonely stands,Which from the James, the Pilgrim may survey,Stretch alway forth its old, forsaken handsAs if ...
I. The King of CuckoozTHE King of Cuckooz ContreyHangs peaked above ArgierWith Janzaries and MarabuttsTo bid a sailor fear-With lantern-eyed ...
Oh, wilt thou ne'er again, when fade the eves,Loved Cynthius, come soul-trembling to my joy,Till raptured stars shall steal out ...
I. Has she forgotten? On this very May We were to meet here, with the birds and bees, As on that Sabbath, underneath ...
ARLA. THE pious sire of ARLA rear'd her youth Strongly to feel the great Creator's power; In her pure bosom ...
WITH silent step behold her steal Over those envious clouds that hidTill now her face, then stand-a seal ...
How sweet the chime of the Sabbath bells!Each one its creed in music tellsIn tones that float upon the airAs ...
O, the trees grow straight and the trees grow tall, And the trees grow all around;And the long limbs sprout ...
Now I am slow and placid, fond of sun,Like a sleek beast, or a worn one,No slim and languid girl ...
How like the map that marks my varied wayThrough life, these pages seem!A specked piece -- a mix'd displayOf sadness, ...
WHAT happy hours of innocence and love, Hope pictures to the mind, ere time and careHer softening ecstacies her ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
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