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 ...
And yet beneath that happy sky,Was heard one ever--during sigh,One heart of sadness there was known,One voice of sorrow wept ...
OSSIAN. Man of prayers, lead me forthFrom our silent cell of care,The morning--breeze to me is worthAll thy hymns and all ...
I went and came. The wild--wood tree,Again spread out my canopy.I could not sleep. I sat in griefAnd listened to ...
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 ...
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