ISBN: 9781150632228

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustra… Plus…

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 Excerpt: .the poor; His conqueror's hope the vanquish'd shares For thy sake by a lowly door The clan made vassal stops and stares. Our vales are healthy. On thy cheek There dawns, each day, a livelier red: Smile on! Before another week Thy feet our earthern floor will tread! Thy This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 Excerpt: .the poor; His conqueror's hope the vanquish'd shares For thy sake by a lowly door The clan made vassal stops and stares. Our vales are healthy. On thy cheek There dawns, each day, a livelier red: Smile on! Before another week Thy feet our earthern floor will tread! Thy foster-brothers twain for thee Would face the wolves on snowy fell: Smile on! the Irish Enemy Will fence their Norman nursling well. The nursling as the child is dear;-Thy mother loves not like thy nurse! That babbling Mandate steps not near Thy cot but o'er her bleeding corse! THE TEUE KING. A.D. 1399. I. HE came in the night on a false pretence; As a friend he came; as a lord remains: His coming we noted not-when-or whence; We slept: we woke in chains. Ere a year they had chased us to dens and caves; Our streets and our churches lay drown'd in blood; The race that had sold us their sons as slaves In our land our conquerors stood! n. Who were they, those princes that gave away What was theirs to keep not theirs to give? A king holds sway for a passing day; The kingdoms for ever live! The tanist succeeds when the king is dust: The king rules all; yet the king hath nought. They were traitors not kings who sold their trust; They were traitors not kings who bought! Brave Art Mac Murrough-Arise, 'tis morn! For a true king the nation waited long. He is strong as the horn of the unicorn, This true king who rights our wrong! He rules in the fight by an inward right; From the heart of the nation her king is grown; He rules by right; he is might of her might; Her flesh, and bone of her bone! THE EVE OF THE PURIFICATION. ON February's face once more What airs are softly playing? By pale blue meers and forests hoar How goes the Church a-maying? A Beam there rests on wold and Books, , The-Sisters-Inisfail-and-Other-Poems~~Aubrey-De-Vere, 999999999, The Sisters, Inisfail, and Other Poems, Aubrey De Vere, 1150632224, General Books LLC, , , , , General Books LLC<