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IRISH MELODIES. |
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They tell us that Love in his fairy bower
Had two blush-roses, of birth divine ; He sprinkled the one with a rainbow's shower, But bath'd the other with mantling wine. Soon did the buds That drank of the floods Distill'd by the rainbow decline and fade ; While those which the tide Of ruby had dy'd 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 that awaken the pilgrim's zeal, The bowl but brightens my love for thee. |
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AVENGING AND BRIGHT.
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin * On him who the brave sons of Usna betray'd! —
For every fond eye he hath waken'd a tear in,
A drop from his heart-wounds shall weep o'er her blade. |
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* The words of this song were suggested by the very ancient Irish story called " Deirdri, or the Lamentable Fate of the Sons of Us-nach," which has been translated literally from the Gaelic by Mr. O'Flanagan (see vol. i. of Transactions of the Gaelic Society of Dublin), and upon which it appears that the "Darthula" of Macpherson is founded. The treachery of Conor, King of Ulster, in putting to death the three sons of Usna, was the cause of a desolating war against Ulster, which terminated in the destruction of Eman. " This story (says Mr. O'Flanagan) has been, from time immemorial, held
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