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166 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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" Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray,
So lone and lovely, through this bleak way? .
Are Erin's sons so good or so cold
As not to be tempted by woman or gold ? "
" Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm,
No son of Erin will offer me harm;
For though they love woman and golden store,
Sir Knight! they love honor and virtue more ! "
On she went, and her maiden smile In safety lighted her round the Green Isle; And blest forever is she who relied Upon Erin's honor and Erin's pride.
SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND'
SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying !
ligion by the great example of Brian, and by his excellent administration, that, as a proof of it, we are informed that a young lady of great beauty, adorned with jewels and a costly dress, undertook a journey alone, from one end of the kingdom to the other, with a wand only in her hand, at the top of which was a ring of exceeding great value; and such an impression had the laws and government of this monarch made on the minds of all the people that no attempt was made upon her honor, nor was she robbed of her clothes or jewels."— Warner's History of Ireland, vol. i. book, x.
i This poem refers to the betrothed of Robert Emmet. She afterwards became the wife of an officer, who took her to Sicily, in the hope that travel would restore her spirits, but her grief for Emmet was so great that she died of a broken heart. |
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