be found to satisfy the modern taste. I have done my best to be liberal. There can be no doubt, however, that the day will come when the critics will re-discover the genius of Lord Byron. It is difficult to believe that as much will be done for Moore. Of the endurance of his own poetic fame he was never over-sanguine. "I think," he said, " that the Irish Melodies' may live." They have hardly survived till to-day. It is, however, from them that the following selections have been made. P. 419, No. ccclxxviii. for "The groves of Blarney." A variant, I know not whether authentic or not, reads "Bold Neptune, Cæsar, "Bold Plutarch, Venus, And Nicodemus." It is a couplet which, it must be allowed, has a grace of its own. INDEX OF FIRST LINES A SLUMBER did my spirit seal A weary lot is thine, fair maid A wet sheet and a flowing sea Accurst be love, and they that trust his trains Ah, Ben! Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh Ah! my dear angry Lord Ah, Sunflower, weary of time All thoughts, all passions, all delights. All travellers at first incline All ye woods, and trees, and bowers And is this-Yarrow ?-This the Stream 344 And thou art dead, as young and fair Ariel to Miranda : -Take As it fell upon a day As Nancy at her toilet sat Ask me no more where Jove bestows bones Avenge, O Lord! Thy slaughter'd saints, whose ... Away, delights, go seek some other dwelling ... 301 122 256 Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe Behold her, single in the field ... Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear Ca' the yowes to the knowes Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms Chloris! yourself you so excel ... Come, cheerful day, part of my life to me Come, sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace Come, spur away Condemned to Hope's delusive mine 72 4 139 241 238 47 Dark, deep, and cold the current flows 329 232 Dear Chloe, how blubbered is that pretty face 205 Distracted with care 209 Do not, O do not prize thy beauty at too high Early one morning, just as the sun was rising 107 ... 298 Fair is the rose, yet fades with heat or cold 67 False world, thou liest: thou canst not lend From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony Full many a glorious morning have I seen ... Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may ... Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights and ease Go, lovely Rose ! ... Go, patter to lubbers and swabs, do you see ... Good-morrow to the day so fair . Green grow the rashes, O ... Had I a heart for falsehood framed : PAGE 197 310 21 24 90 263 63 148 85 146 261 66 97 296 272 He that did sing the motions of the stars He that loves a rosy cheek How many new years have grown old I am monarch of all I survey I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair I got me flowers to strew thy way I have had playmates, I have had companions I in these flowery meads would be I live, and yet methinks I do not breathe I met a traveller from an antique and..... |