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 ...
I.SEE where the man wakes late from his dreaming,Late in the night from the sleep that has been;See where regret ...
Beneath a hawthorn bush, dying, he layUpon an orchard slope, a gentle hill;The silvery moonlight thro' the night did playUpon ...
Love and thy vain employs, awayFrom this too oft deluded breast!No longer will I court thy stay,To be my bosom's ...
A middle way some did attempte to find, T'wixt Truth, and Falsity: But They their Logicke lost, or left behind, And their philosophye, When ...
The soul of a nation awaking,-High visions of daybreak,-I saw;A people renewed; the forsakingOf sin, and the worship of law.Sing, ...
Because a lady asks me, I would tellOf an affect that comes often and is fellAnd is so overweening; Love ...
Though I thy Mithridates were, Framed to defy the poison-dart, Yet must thou fold me unaware To know the rapture ...
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