Hark! it floats on the fitful blast of the wind,And breathes to the pale moon a funeral sigh.It is the Benshie’s moan on the storm,Or a shivering fiend that thirsting for sin,Seeks murder and guilt when virtue sleeps,Winged with the power of some ruthless king,And sweeps o’er the breast of the prostrate plain.It was not…
That fades amid the blue noon’s burning sky,Genius and death contended. None may knowThe sweetness of the joy which made his breathFail, like the trances of the summer air,When, with the Lady of his love, who thenFirst knew the unreserve of mingled being,He walked along the pathway of a fieldWhich to the east a hoar…
Who weave the clothes which your oppressors wear,And for your own take the inclement air;Who build warm houses . . .And are like gods who give them all they have,And nurse them from the cradle to the grave . . .
Tempered the young day to the sight–I woundUp the green slope, beneath the forest’s roof,With slow, soft steps leaving the mountain’s steep,And sought those inmost labyrinths, motion-proofAgainst the air, that in that stillness deepAnd solemn, struck upon my forehead bare,The slow, soft stroke of a continuous…In which the … leaves tremblingly wereAll bent towards that…
Bright day’s resplendent colours fade!How sweetly does the moonbeam’s glanceWith silver tint St. Irvyne’s glade!II.No cloud along the spangled air,Is borne upon the evening breeze;How solemn is the scene! how fairThe moonbeams rest upon the trees!III.Yon dark gray turret glimmers white,Upon it sits the mournful owl;Along the stillness of the night,Her melancholy shriekings roll.IV.But not…
And said, A boon, a boon, I pray!I know the secrets of the air,And things are lost in the glare of day,Which I can make the sleeping see,If they will put their trust in me.2.And thou shalt know of things unknown,If thou wilt let me rest betweenThe veiny lids, whose fringe is thrownOver thine eyes…
Darkness shed its holiest dew!When ever smiled the inconstant moonOn a pair so true?Hence, coy hour! and quench thy light,Lest eyes see their own delight!Hence, swift hour! and thy loved flightOft renew.BOYS:O joy! O fear! what may be doneIn the absence of the sun?Come along!The golden gates of sleep unbar!When strength and beauty meet together,Kindles…
And what are the joys that the modish share,In their sickly haunts of pleasure?My husband’s repast with delight I spread,What though ’tis but rustic fare,May each guardian angel protect his shed,May contentment and quiet be there.And may I support my husband’s years,May I soothe his dying pain,And then may I dry my fast falling tears,And…
To see an atheist burned. She took me there.The dark-robed priests were met around the pile;The multitude was gazing silently;And as the culprit passed with dauntless mien,Tempered disdain in his unaltering eye,Mixed with a quiet smile, shone calmly forth;The thirsty fire crept round his manly limbs;His resolute eyes were scorched to blindness soon;His death-pang rent…
With thy dust shall remain unpolluted by fame,Till thy foes, by the world and by fortune caressed,Shall pass like a mist from the light of thy name.VII.When the storm-cloud that lowers o’er the day-beam is gone,Unchanged, unextinguished its life-spring will shine;When Erin has ceased with their memory to groan,She will smile through the tears of…
