The Hippocrene: A Collection of PoemsCourtney, 1831 - 132 páginas |
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... tear roll from his eye , Felt the throb of despair swell my breast , As he mournfully heaved the deep sigh ! O'er thy Causeway delighted I stray , Fresh beauties burst forth on my view , Each scene brightens up in thy lays And I count ...
... tear roll from his eye , Felt the throb of despair swell my breast , As he mournfully heaved the deep sigh ! O'er thy Causeway delighted I stray , Fresh beauties burst forth on my view , Each scene brightens up in thy lays And I count ...
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... these vales adorn , And luscious figs o'ershade the blossom'd thorn . But then no wolves in these blest vallies prowl , Nor hungry lions o'er the mountains howl ; Nor bears voracious tear th ' innoxious lambs , Who 37.
... these vales adorn , And luscious figs o'ershade the blossom'd thorn . But then no wolves in these blest vallies prowl , Nor hungry lions o'er the mountains howl ; Nor bears voracious tear th ' innoxious lambs , Who 37.
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A Collection of Poems Patrick O'Kelly. Nor bears voracious tear th ' innoxious lambs , Who strive , in vain , to gain their fleecy dams ! Nor hissing toads - nor lurking vipers lie , Nor rattle - suakes affright the trav❜ler's eye ; Nor ...
A Collection of Poems Patrick O'Kelly. Nor bears voracious tear th ' innoxious lambs , Who strive , in vain , to gain their fleecy dams ! Nor hissing toads - nor lurking vipers lie , Nor rattle - suakes affright the trav❜ler's eye ; Nor ...
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... tears fast water ev'ry grave ! 1 While weeping friendship mourns the good and brave ! Mark the fond parent , child , and brother weep ! See , dress'd , with flow'rets , relatives here sleep ! > Ah ! what a loud and melancholy cry ? 45.
... tears fast water ev'ry grave ! 1 While weeping friendship mourns the good and brave ! Mark the fond parent , child , and brother weep ! See , dress'd , with flow'rets , relatives here sleep ! > Ah ! what a loud and melancholy cry ? 45.
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... tears fast trickling , like the May - morn dew ! Mark the lorn mother , weep her only boy , Her pride ! her hope ! -her comfort ! -and her joy ! - Seem not the languid sadly - drooping weeds , Here to condole , with ev'ry heart that ...
... tears fast trickling , like the May - morn dew ! Mark the lorn mother , weep her only boy , Her pride ! her hope ! -her comfort ! -and her joy ! - Seem not the languid sadly - drooping weeds , Here to condole , with ev'ry heart that ...
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Página 118 - MY life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground — to die ; Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed.
Página 118 - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray; Its hold is frail — its date is brief, Restless — and soon to pass away! Yet ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade — The winds bewail the leafless tree — But none shall breathe a sigh for me?
Página 116 - May vengeance fall at head and tail, From north to south, at Doneraile ; May profit light, and tardy sale, Still damp the trade of Doneraile. May Fame resound a dismal tale, Whene'er she lights on Doneraile ; May Egypt's plagues at once prevail, To thin the knaves of Doneraile. May frost and snow, and sleet and hail, Benumb each joint in Doneraile; May wolves and bloodhounds trace and trail The cursed crew of Doneraile. May Oscar, with his fiery flail, To atoms thresh all Doneraile ; May every mischief,...
Página 125 - You modest, whining fool, draw near, And clasp her in your arms. " With eager kisses tempt the maid, From Cynthia's feet depart ; The lips he briskly must invade, That would possess the heart.
Página 75 - Tis the most tender part of love Each other to forgive. When least I...
Página 116 - May ev'ry hour new woes reveal, That Hell reserves for Doneraile. May ev'ry chosen ill prevail, O'er all the Imps of Doneraile. May no one wish or prayer avail, To soothe the woes of Doneraile. May th' Inquisition straight impale, The rapparees of Doneraile. May curse of Sodom now prevail, And sink to ashes Doneraile. May Charon's Boat triumphant sail, Completely manned from Doneraile. Oh! may my Couplets never fail, To find new curse for Doneraile. And may Grim Pluto's inner jail, For ever groan...
Página 116 - May want and wo each joy curtail That e'er was known in Doneraile ; May no one coffin want a nail That wraps a rogue in Doneraile. May all the thieves that rob and steal, The gallows meet in Doneraile ; May all the sons of Granaweal Blush at the thieves of Doneraile.
Página 116 - ... Dublin watch, my chain and seal, Pilfered at once in Doneraile. May fire and brimstone never fail To fall in showers on Doneraile ; May all the leading fiends assail The thieving town of Doneraile. As lightnings flash across the vale, So down to hell with Doneraile ; The fate of Pompey at Pharsale, Be that the curse of Doneraile. May beef or mutton, lamb or veal, Be never found in Doneraile ; But garlic soup, and scurvy kail, Be still the food for Doneraile. And forward as the creeping snail,...
Página 116 - ALAS! how dismal is my tale! — I lost my watch in Doneraile ; My Dublin watch, my chain and seal. Pilfered at once in Doneraile. May fire and brimstone never fail To fall in showers on Doneraile ; May all the leading fiends assail The thieving town of Doneraile. As lightnings flash across the vale, So down to hell with Doneraile ; The fate of Pompey at Pharsale, Be that the curse of Doneraile.
Página 8 - Shakspeare, that, take him for all in all, we shall not look upon his like again.