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IRISH SONGS AND LTR1CS 299 |
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JOHN SAVAGE (1828-1888J
BREASTING THE WORLD
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ANY years have burst upon my forehead, Years of gloom and heavy-freighted grief, And I have stood them as against the horrid Angry gales, the Peak of Teneriffe.
Yet if all the world had storm and sorrow, You had none, my better self, Lenore;
My toil was as the midnight seeking morrow, You, moon-like, lit the way I struggled o'er.
Though as a cataract my soul went lashing Itself through ravines desolate and gray,
You made me see a beauty in the flashing, And with your presence diamonded the spray.
Then, Lenore, though we have grown much older, Though your eyes were brighter when we met,
Still let us feel, shoulder unto shoulder And heart to heart, above the world yet!
SHANE'S HEAD
SCENE.—Before Dublin Castle. Night. A clansman of Shane O'Neill's discovers his Chief's head on a pole.
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S it thus, O Shane the haughty ! Shane the valiant! that we meet — Have my eyes been lit by Heaven but to guide me to defeat ? |
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