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The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory or the grave!
Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave,
And charge with all thy chivalry!
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
The Pleasures of Hope (1799)
Another's sword has laid him low,
Another's and another's;
And every hand that dealt the blow—
Ah me! it was a brother's!
Drink ye to her that each loves best!
And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to her mutual breast,
We will not ask her name.
Theodric: A Domestic Tale; and Other Poems (1825)
On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,
No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;
No harp like my own could so cheerily play,
And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
I saw the last of human mould,
That shall Creation's death behold,
As Adam saw her prime!
Theodric: A Domestic Tale; and Other Poems (1825)
I'll bid the hyacinth to blow,
I'll teach my grotto green to be;
And sing my true love, all below
The holly bower and myrtle tree.
Heaven gives our years of fading strength
Indemnifying fleetness;
And those of Youth a seeming length,
Proportioned to their sweetness.
And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
The Pleasures of Hope (1799)
Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree,
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.
Theodric: A Domestic Tale; and Other Poems (1825)
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud Philosophy
To teach me what thou art. —
Still seem, as to my childhood's sight,
A midway station given,
For happy spirits to alight,
Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Theodric: A Domestic Tale; and Other Poems (1825)
Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Oh what were man? — a world without a sun.
The Pleasures of Hope (1799)
Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps;
Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps;
She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies,
Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes.
'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives,
And in their deaths had not divided been.
When peace and mercy, banish'd from the plain,
Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav'n again;
All, all forsook the friendless guilty mind,
But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
The Pleasures of Hope (1799)
Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low,
With his back to the field and his feet to the foe,
And leaving in battle no blot on his name,
Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
Lochiel's Warning (1802)
Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day!
For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal,
But man cannot cover what God would reveal:
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before.
Lochiel's Warning (1802)
Drink to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to her mutual breast,
We will not ask her name.