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IRISH MELODIES. |
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And brings, triumphant, from beneath
His shafts of desolation, And sends them, wing'd with worse than death, |
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all her madd'ning nation. |
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Alas for her who sits and mourns,
Ev'n now, beside that river — Unwearied still the Fiend returns,
And stor'd is still his quiver. "When will this end, ye Powers of Good ?"
She weeping asks for ever $ But only hears, from out that flood,
The Demon answer, "Never!" |
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DESMOND'S SONG.*
By the Feal's wave benighted,
No star in the skies, To thy door by Love lighted,
I first saw those eyes. |
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* " Thomas, the heir of the Desmond family, had accidentally been so engaged in the chase, that he was benighted near Tralee, and obliged to take shelter at the Abbey of Feal, in the house of one of his dependents, called Mac Cormac. Catherine, a beautiful daughter of his host, instantly inspired the Earl with a violent passion, which he could not subdue. He married her, and by this inferior alliance alienated his followers, whose brutal pride regarded this indulgence of his love as an unpardonable degradation 0/ his family." — Leland, vol. ii. |
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