Poetical vagaries; containing An ode to We, a hackney'd critick; . rly the extremitiesof the. North, East, West, and South, of the Island. Kilcock is further from the Sea• Than any of the other three.^Jwo«. THE LADY OF THE WRECK, &C. 5? Harsh creekd the rope in its descent,And waggling down the Bucket went; With fresh provision to be fraught,Fresher than ever yet it brought!It reachd the rock:—with eager hope,The sea-drenchd Fair One caught the rope;She sprang, the Buckets mouth to win,And, light as gossamer, leapt in ! X. Gaily the Chieftain plied his arms, Winding his welcome load of charms;
Poetical vagaries; containing An ode to We, a hackney'd critick; . rly the extremitiesof the. North, East, West, and South, of the Island. Kilcock is further from the Sea• Than any of the other three.^Jwo«. THE LADY OF THE WRECK, &C. 5? Harsh creekd the rope in its descent,And waggling down the Bucket went; With fresh provision to be fraught,Fresher than ever yet it brought!It reachd the rock:—with eager hope,The sea-drenchd Fair One caught the rope;She sprang, the Buckets mouth to win,And, light as gossamer, leapt in ! X. Gaily the Chieftain plied his arms, Winding his welcome load of charms; At every twist, the dizzied Fair Rose, vacillating, in the air. He heard her shriek,—soon heard her gasp,— Then, caught the trembler in his grasp. Quick to the couch his Prize he bore, And chafed her shivering limbs all oer:—* 53 POETICAL VAGARIES. Strenuous to make the colour seekIts wonted course upon her cheek,So well he ministerd his aidyTo comfort, and revive the Maid,That, ere the Sky-lark plume* d his wingThe Maid was quite another thing !. XI. Now, on the oaks of Faughanvail,*Dashd in cold globules by the gale, * This place may be found in the Maps. THE LADY OF THE WRECK, &C. 59 The pendent thunder-drops of NightGlitterd, like gems, in orient vanishd, from the Chieftains room,The winking lamps propitious gloom,And on the Fair One, as she lay,Morns golden Tell-tale shot his ! when did Sun, declining, leaveNo Swain forsworn, twixt dawn and eve ?When did the Day-Springs glimmer find,Twixt eve and dawn, no Womans mindHad veerd, like Dunfanaghys* wind ?Bent, blushing, oer the Chieftains neck,Thus spoke the Lady of the Wreck. XII. Oh! mighty Chief! oh ! potent man ! Send me not, now, to Thady Rann ! * This spot is, also, noticed in the Maps of Ireland;—and the wind has beet*«bserved to vary there quite as much as in any common situation upon a sea-icoast. 60 POETICAL VAGARIES. ee What though (when from my native Isle5 He saild, where he had moor
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