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By that lake, whose gloomy shore
'I'was from Kathleen's eyes he flew,
1 This ballad is founded upon one of the many stories related of St. Kevin, whose bed in the rock is to be seen at Glendalough, a most gloomy and romantic spot in the county of Wicklow.
9 There are many other curious traditions concerning this lake, which may be found in Giraldus. Colgan, etor
Wheresoe'er the Saint would fly,
On the bold cliff's bosom cast,
Fearless she had track'd his feet
Glendalough! thy gioomy wave Soon was gentle Kathleen's grave; Soon the Saint (yet , ah! too late) Felt her love, and mourn'd her fate.
When he said « Heav'n rest her soul!»
SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND.
Air-Opent the Door.
She is far from the land, where her young hero
And lovers are round her sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps,
For her heart in his cold grave is lying!
She sings the wild song of her dear native plains,
Every note which he loved awaking.-Ah! little they think who delight in her strains,
How the heart of the minstrel is breaking.
He had lived for his love, for his country he died
They were all that to life had entwined him,Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried,
Nor long will his love stay behind him!
Oh: make her a grave, where the sun-beams rest.
When they promise a glorious morrow;
NAY, TELL ME NOT.
Aix-Dennis, don't be Threatening.
Nay, tell me not, dear! that the goblet drowns
One charm of feeling, one fond regret; Believe me, a few of thy angry frowns Are all I've sunk in its bright wave yet.
Ne'er hath a beam
Been lost in the stream
The balm of thy sighs,
The spell of thine eyes, Still float on the surface, and hallow my buwl! Then fancy not, dearest! that wine can steal
One blissful dream of the heart from me; Like founts, that awaken the pilgrini's zeal,
The bowl but trigliteus my love for thee !
They tell us that Love in his fairy bower
Had two Blush-roses, of birth divine ;
Soon did the buds,
That drank of the floods
While those, which the tide
Of ruby had dyed, All blush'd into beauty, like thee, sweet maid ! Then fancy not, dearest! that wine can steal
One blissful dream of the heart from me ; Like founts, tliat awaken the pilgrim's zeal,
Thc bowl but brightens my love for thee!
AVENGING AND BRIGHT FALL THE SWIFT
SWORD OP ERIN.
AVENGING and bright fall tne swift sword of Erin,
On him, who the brave sons of Usna betray'd !