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IRISH MELODIES. 93 |
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Far dearer the grave or the prison Ulum'd by one patriot name,
Than the trophies of all who have risen On Liberty's ruins to fame! |
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THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE.
They may rail at this life — from the hour I began it,
I found it a life full of kindness and bliss; And, until they can show me some happier planet,
More social and bright, I'll content me with this. As long as the world has such lips and such eyes,
As before me this moment enraptur'd I see, They may say what they will of their orbs in the skies,
But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.
• In Mercury's star, where each moment can bring them
New sunshine and wit from the fountain on high, Tho' the nymphs may have livelier poets to sing them, *
They 've none, even there, more enamour'd than I. And, as long as this harp can be waken'd to love,
And that eye its divine inspiration shall be, They may talk as they will of their Edens above,
But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.
* " Tous les habitans de Mercure sont vifs."^— Pluralite dei Mondes. |
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