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IRISH MELODIES. |
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While ev'ry joy that glads our sphere Hath still some shadow hovering near, In this new world of ours, my dear,
Such shadows will all be omitted: — Unless they are like that graceful one, Which, when thou'rt dancing in the sun, Still near thee, leaves a charm upon
Each spot where it hath flitted! |
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THE WINE-CUP IS CIRCLING.
The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall, *
And its Chief, 'mid his heroes reclining, Looks up, with a sigh, to the trophied wall, Where his sword hangs idly shining.
When, hark ! that shout
From the vale without,— " Arm ye quick, the Dane, the Dane is nigh! "
Ev'ry Chief starts up
From his foaming cup, And "To battle, to battle!" is the Finian's cry.
* The palace of Fin Mac-Cumhal (the Fingal of Macpherson) in Leinster. It was built on the top of the hill, which has retained from thence the name of the Hill of Allen, in the County of Kildare. The Finians, or Fenii, were the celebrated National Militia of Ireland, which this chief commanded. The introduction of the Danes in the above song is an anachronism common to most of the Finian and Ossianic legends. |
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