In which thou command’st, that all she politiciansShall forthwith be strangled and cast in the sea.‘Tis my fortune to know a lean Benthamite spinster —A maid, who her faith in old Jeremy puts;Who talks, with a lisp, of the ‘last new Westminster,’And hopes you’re delighted with ‘Mill upon Gluts’;Who tells you how clever one Mr….
When, arm’d for Right, they stood sublime,And tyrants crouch’d before them:When free yet, ere courts beganWith honours to enslave him,The best honours worn by ManWere those which Virtue gave him.Oh for the swords, etc., etc.Oh for the Kings who flourish’d then!Oh for the pomp that crown’d them,When hearts and hands of freeborn menWere all the…
Believe me, a few of thy angry frownsAre all I’ve sunk in its bright wave yet.Ne’er hath a beamBeen lost in the streamThat ever was shed from thy form or soul;The spell of those eyes,The balm of thy sighs,Still float on the surface, and hallow by bowl.Then fancy not, dearest, that wine can stealOne blissful…
Why leave you thus your graves,In far off fields and waves,Where the worm and the sea-bird only know your bed,To haunt this spot where allThose eyes that wept your fall,And the hearts that wail’d you, like your own, lie dead?It is true, it is true, we are shadows cold and wan;And the fair and the…
Who, could he burstHis bonds at first,Would pine beneath them slowly?What soul, whose wrongs degrade it,Would wait till time decay’d it,When thus its wingAt once may springTo the throne of Him who made it?Farewell, Erin, — farewell, all,Who live to weep our fall!Less dear the laurel growing,Alive, untouch’d and blowing,Than that whose braidIs pluckd to…
Where sighs of devotion and breathings of flowersTo heaven in mingled odour ascend.Do not disturb our calm, oh Love!So like is thy form to the cherubs above,It well might deceive such hearts as ours.’Love stood near the Novice and listen’d,And Love is no novice in taking a hint;His laughing blue eyes soon with piety glisten’d;His…
To look at orbs that, more bright,In lone and distant glory burn’d.But too farEach proud star,For me to feel its warming flame;Much more dearThat mild sphere,Which near our planet smiling came;Thus, Mary, be but thou my own,While brighter eyes unheeded play,I’ll love those moonlight looks aloneThat bless my home and guide my way.The day had…
Which then we hid not;We saw it in each other’s eye,And wished, in every half-breathed sigh,To speak, but did not.She felt my lips’ impassioned touch –‘Twas the first time I dared so much,And yet she chid not;But whispered o’er my burning brow,‘Oh, do you doubt I love you now?’Sweet soul! I did not.Warmly I felt…
Fond memory brings the lightOf other days around me;The smiles, the tears,Of boyhood’s years,The words of love then spoken;The eyes that shone,Now dimm’d and gone,The cheerful hearts now broken!Thus, in the stilly night,Ere slumber’s chain hath bound me,Sad memory brings the lightOf other days around me.When I remember allThe friends, so link’d together,I’ve seen around…
Press the grape, and let it pourAround the board its purple shower:And, while the drops my goblet steep,I’ll think in woe the clusters weep.Weep on, weep on, my pouting vine!Heaven grant no tears, but tears of wine.Weep on; and, as thy sorrows flow,I’ll taste the luxury of woe.
