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O thou vast ocean! ever-sounding sea! M

Ofi have I seen yon solitary man, 244

Ob! banquet not in these shining bowers, 102

Oh! brighter than the brightest star, 222

Ob, for the swords of former time, 24

Oh, Lady! breathe no sigh for those, ... 252

Ob, man! before the feverish brain, 4.6

Ob! Mariamne! now for thee, 122

Ob my love has an eye of the softest blue, 194

Oh say not that my heart is cold 103

Our fathers,—where are they? and where, 143

Pale evening star! pale evening star! 202

Shall Britain, where the soul of freedom reigns, 153

Shall the harp then be silent, when he who first gave, ........ 1

Silent and sad—the Minstrel sat, 134'

Star of the brave! whose beam hath shed, 69

Stranger, if peace delights your cultured mind, 199

Stricken of Thee, O Lord! I mourn, 203

Sweet flowers! that, from your humble beds, 63

Sweet scented flower! who art wont to bloom, ................ 25

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, 178

The bell had tolled the midnight hour 135

The boatswain's shrill whistle piped all hands ahoy 197

The firefly's lamp is on the air, 216

The glory of evening was spread through the west, 53

The good man dies—it grieves us, ...... 5

The heavens are cloudless, the winds are asleep, ....«.••..i„.. 15

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! .... 8£

The last sight which she saw was Juan's gore, ........... 59

Tile minstrel boy to the war is gone, • ....... ........... 170

The mist is on the mountain, 208

The rose had been washed (just washed in a shower,) 164

The sailor sighs as sinks his native shore, 4

The summer winds sing lullaby, __.......... 157

Then whilst on the waters I mutely gaze, 88

There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, 116

Page. There is a mystic thread of life, 17

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, 19

There is a state serenely blest 154

There is a world we have not seen, 28

There is an hour of peaceful rest, 105

There was a sound of revelry by night, 147

They wept—those aged patriots wept, 183

They who have marked the blooming rose, 171

This world is all a fleeting show, 106

Those few pale autumn flowers, 85

Thou lingering star, with lessening ray, 22

Through sorrow's night and danger's path, 113

Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle, 13

'Tis not the loss of love's assurance, 23

To honour those who gave us birth, 49

To mark the sufferings of the babe 184

. 'Twas a dread vision 191

'Twas whispered in heaven, and muttered in hell, 27

Unfading hope! when life's last embers burn, 50

We do not curse thee, Waterloo 32

We met—we gazed—I saw and sighed, 57

We'll find relief in sense of deep enduring, 218

When death shall chill this aged heart, 182

When gathering clouds around I view, 66

When I am dead, no pageant train, „ 73

When I view thy proud trophies of glory long past 117

When some proud son of man returns to earth, 68

When the awakened soul receives, 9

Who is the honest man? 37

Whoe'er, like me, with trembling anguish, brings, 72

Why dost thou weep, O gentle Ladye? 56

With what unknown delight the mother smiled, 186

Ye hearts with youthful vigour warm 128

'Ye warriors of Israel, encompass the wall, Ill

Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, 131

'You are old, father William,' the young man cried, 158 THE



Shall the harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all eyes?

Shall a minstrel of Erin stand mute by the grave, Where the first—where the last of her patriots lies?

No—faint though the death-song may fall from his lips, Though his harp, like his soul, may with shadows be crost,

Yet, yet shall it sound, 'mid a nation's eclipse,

And proclaim to the world what a star hath been lost.



What a union of all the affections and powers,
By which life is exalted, embellished, refined,

Was embraced in that spirit; whose centre was ours,
While its mighty circumference circled mankind.

Oh, who that loves Erin—or who that can see

Through the waste of her annals, that epoch sublime—

Like a pyramid, raised in the desert, where he
And his glory stand out t6 the eyes of all time !—

That one lucid interval, snatched from the gloom
And the madness of ages, when, filled with his soul,

A nation o'erleaped the dark bounds of her doom,
And, for one sacred instant, touched liberty's goal!

Who, that ever hath heard him—hath drank at the source
Of that wonderful eloquence, all Erin's own,

In whose high-thoughted daring, the fire, and the force. And the yet untamed spring of her spirit are shown—

An eloquence, rich—wheresoever its wave

Wandered free and triumphant—with thoughts that shone through, As clear as the brook's ' stone of lustre,' and gave,

With the flash of the gem, its solidity too.

Who, that ever approached htm, when, free from the crowd, In a home full of love he delighted to tread

'Mong the trees which a nation had given, and which bowed As if each brought a new civic crown for his head.

That home where—like him who, as fable hath told, Put the rays from his brow, that his child might comenear—

Every glory forgot, the most wise of the old

Became all that the simplest, and youngest hold dear.

Is there one, who hath thus, through his orbit of life, But at distance observed him—through glory, through blame,

In the calm of retreat, in the grandeur of strife,

Whether shining or clouded, still high and the same—

Such a union of all that enriches life's hour,

Of the sweetness we love, and the greatness we praise,

As that type of simplicity blended with power,
A child with a thunderbolt only portrays.—

Oh no—not a heart, that e'er knew him, but mourns, Deep, deep o'er the grave where such glory is shrined—

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