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He turn'd him right and round about
Upon the Irish shore ;
The sailor frae the main ;
My dear ;
And a' folk bound to sleep ;
My dear ;
The Harp that once through Tara's Halls
THE harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
As if that soul were fled.
So glory's thrill is o'er,
Now feel that pulse no more.
The harp of Tara swells :
Its tale of ruin tells.
The only throb she gives
COULD Love for ever
Be tried in vain---
We'd hug the chain.
Love plumes his wing ;
Let's love a season ;
When lovers parted
Expect to die;
A Sea Dirge
FULL fathom five thy father lies :
Of his bones are coral made ;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
AH! what avails the sceptred race,
Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes
A night of memories and of sighs
I consecrate to thee.
WHO is Silvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her That she might admired be.
Is she kind, as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness.
To help him of his blindness;
Lucy Ashton's Song
LOOK not thou on beauty's charming,—
THE sun upon the lake is low,
Now all whom varied toil and care
The noble dame on turret high,
Upon the footpath watches now
For Colin's darkening plaid.
Now to their mates the wild swans row,
By day they swam apart;
And to the thicket wanders slow
The woodlark at his partner's side
Twitters his closing song
All meet whom day and care divide,-
SIR W. SCOTT.
ORPHEUS with his lute made trees,
Everything that heard him play,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
The Twa Corbies
As I was walking all alane
I heard twa corbies making a mane,
'Whar sall we gang and dine the day?'
'In behint yon auld fail' dyke,
I wot there lies a new-slain knight;
'His hound is to the hunting gane,
'Ye'll sit on his white hause bane,
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
'Mony a one for him makes mane,
To One in Paradise
THOU wast all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine.