Chambers's cyclopaedia of English literature : a history critical and biographical of authors in the English tongue from the earliest times till the present day, with specimens of their writing . tingales !The myrtle blooms in Irish vales,By Avondhu and rich Lough Lene,Through many a grove and bowerlet round the loitering purple peak, the tinted glen where mountain-torrents rave,And foliage blinds their leaping wave,Broad emerald meadows filled with flowers,Embosomed ocean-bays are oursWith all their isles ; and mystic towersLonely and gray, deserted lon
Chambers's cyclopaedia of English literature : a history critical and biographical of authors in the English tongue from the earliest times till the present day, with specimens of their writing . tingales !The myrtle blooms in Irish vales,By Avondhu and rich Lough Lene,Through many a grove and bowerlet round the loitering purple peak, the tinted glen where mountain-torrents rave,And foliage blinds their leaping wave,Broad emerald meadows filled with flowers,Embosomed ocean-bays are oursWith all their isles ; and mystic towersLonely and gray, deserted long,Less sad if they might hear that perfect song ! 6o6 William Allingham What scared ye ? (ours, I think, of old)The sombre Fowl hatched in the cold ?King Henrys Normans, mailed and stern,Smiters of galloglas and kern ? Or, most and worse, fraternal feud,Which sad lerne long hath rued ?Forsook ye, when the Geraldine,Great chieftain of a glorious hunted on his hills and slain,And, one to France and one to Spain,The remnant of the race withdrew ?Was it from anarchy ye fierce oppressions bigot complaint, and menace , misleading voices, loud and coarse?. GEORGE MACDONALD. From a Photograph by Elliott & Fry. Come back, O birds, or come at last !For Irelands furious days are past ;And, purged of enmity and wrong,Her eye, her step, grow calm and should we miss that pure delight ?Brief is the journey, swift the flight ;And Hesper finds no fairer maidsIn Spanish bowers or English glades,No loves more true on any shore,No lovers loving music Erin, warm of heart,Entreats you ; stay not then bid the merles and throstles know(And ere another May-time go)Their place is in the second to the west, dear nightingales !The rose and myrtle Ijloom in Irish Native Irish warriors. A Dream. I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night;I went to the window to see the sight;All the Dead that ever I knewGoing one
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