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 ...
OSSIAN. Man of prayers, lead me forthFrom our silent cell of care,The morning--breeze to me is worthAll thy hymns and all ...
From my proper clime and subjects,In my hot and swarthy East,North and Westward I am comingFor a conquest and a ...
July the first, in Ennis town,There was a glorious battle,Though not a man did there go down,Nor ...
Sir Shamrock, sitting drinking,At close of day, at close of day,Saw Orange ...
Am I the slave they say, Soggarth aroon? Since you did show the way, Soggarth aroon, Their slave no more to be, While they would ...
Am I the slave they say,Soggarth aroon?Since you did show the way,Soggarth aroon,Their slave ...
Here we are, Mr. Bull, your Orange and ...
Now welcome, welcome, baby--boy, unto a mother's fears,The pleasure of her sufferings, the rainbow of her ...
The old man he knelt at the altar,His enemy's hand to ...
Now welcome, welcome, baby-boy, unto a mother's fears,The pleasure of her sufferings, the rainbow of her tears,The object of your ...
As we are men and Irishmen,Scorn ...
Men who for the land do toil,Humble brethren of ...
``More blood!'' cry the vultures--``more blood!''--The old carrion--crows of our land--The men by her children who stoodWith halter and scourge ...
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