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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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"By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline,
And to know that I've sighed upon innocent lips, Which ne'er had been sigh'd on by any but mine." Ev'ry leaf was at rest, etc. |
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HAS SOEEOW THY YOUNG DAYS SHADED.
Has sorrow thy young days shaded,
As clouds o'er the morning fleet? Too fast have those young days faded,
That even In sorrow were sweet. Does Time with his cold wing wither
Each feeling that once was dear? Then child of misfortune, come hither,
I'll weep with thee, tear for tear! Has love to thy soul so tender
Been like a Lagenlan mine, Where sparkles of golden splendor
All over the surface shine? But ff in pursuit we go deeper,
Allur'd by the gleam that shone, Ah! false as the dream of the sleeper,
Like Love, the bright ore is gone. Has Hope like the bird in the story,
That flitted from tree to tree, "With the talisman's glittering glory-Has Hope been that bird to thee? On branch after branch alighting,
The gem did she still display, And when, nearest and- most Inviting,
Then waft the fair gem away? If thus the young hours have fleeted,
When sorrow itself look'd bright; If thus the fair hope hath cheated
That led thee along so light, If thus the cold world now wither
Each feeling that once was dear, Come, child of misfortune, come hither,
I'll weep with thee, tear for tear' |
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SHANE GLAS?
Have you gaz'd at Shane Qlass as he went to the fair, How lively his step and how careless his air? With his breast full of favors from roany a lass; Oh! there's not a sweet girl that appears on the green But simpers and blushes wherever he's seen; They cry, he's the boy, our darling and joy, Still ready to sport or to court or to toy-Then maids of the mountain, there's for you Shane Glas! Without verses no poet can boast of the name; Without music no harper the title can claim— No lover thro' life without quarrels can pass; The gallant whose head is not smash'd for the fair Is a boaster unworthy their favors to share. Then Shane Is the lad that his bruises has had. For the girls and drinking have made him half mad, Then maids of the mountain, there's for you Shane Glas! Have you chanc'd od your way handsome Sally to meet, With her gown snowy white and her nice little feet, When she's bound to the fair or returning from Mass? With her smile so bewitching, her glances so bright, And her soft cheeks so temptingly fair to the sight. Oh! might I but find the sweet girl to my mind In yonder green hollywood gently reclln'd. WTiat joy would It bring to the heart of Shane Glas! |
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