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IRISH MELODIES. |
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Play'd o'er a stream, in dimpling bliss), " The moon looks " On many brooks, " The brook can see no moon but this ;" * And thus, I thought, our fortunes run,
For many a lover looks to thee,
"While oh! I feel there is but one,
One Mary in the world for me. |
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ILL OMENS.
When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow.
And stars in the heavens still lingering shone, Young Kitty, all blushing, rose up from her pillow.
The last time she e'er was to press it alone. For the youth whom she treasur'd her heart and her soul in,
Had promis'd to link the last tie before noon ; And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,
The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
As she look'd in the glass, which a woman ne'er misses, Nor ever wants time for a sly glance or two,
A butterfly, fresh from the night-flower's kisses,f Flew over the mirror and shaded her view. |
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* This image was suggested by the following thought, which occurs somewhere in Sir "William Jones's works: " The moon looks upon many night-flowers, the night-flower sees but one moon."
f An emblem cf the soul. |
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