Y MURPHY * MV THOMAS MOORE. IRELAND b «0H- EMBRACING MOORE’S IRISH MELODIES, THE POEMS OF CLARENCE MANGAN, THE SONGS OF SAMUEL LOVER, THE PATRIOTIC POEMS OF DAVIS, LEVER’S MILITARY SONGS, THE POEMS OF BANIM, FERGUSON, ALLINGHAM, D. F. M’CARTHY, FATHER PROUT, CALLANAN, GOLDSMITH, GRIFFIN, ANSTER, WOLF, AND NUNAN. WITH THE MOST BRILLIANT AND STIRRING SPEECHES OF EDMUND BURKE, HENRY GRATTAN, JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN, RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN, ROBERT EMMET, CHARLES PHILLIPS, RICHARD LALOR SHEIL, DANIEL O’CONNELL, REV. DR. CAHILL, THOM AS FRANCIS M EAGIIER, THOMAS DARCY m’GEE, ARCHBISHOP M’HALE, FATHER BURKE, REV. M. B. BUCKLEY, MICHAEL DAVITT, A. M. SUL- LIVAN, ETC. COMPILED BY t. rr. mcc^lRtht. EMBELLISHED WITH A FUEL SET OF PORTRAITS , ENGRAVED EXPRESSLY FOR THIS WORK. NEW YORK: MSEF M. ¥ Me € AlitEL ¥ a PUBLISHERS. BOSTON COT/LFGK LXRRAKY CHLSTiN UT HILL, MASS, Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2016 https://archive.org/details/poetryoratoryofiOOmcca Pi \ '£-■ 3 Preface Pocnt’s; ^Ulodwsi. Go where glory waits thee War song. Remember the glories of Brian the brave Erin, the tear and the smile in thine eyes Oh ! breathe not his name When he who adores thee The harp that once through Tara's halls . Oh think not my spirits are always as light Fly not yet ...... Though the last glimpse of Erin with sor- row I see . . . . • The meeting of the waters Rich and rare were the gems she wore As a beam o’er the face of the waters may glow St. Senanus and the lady How dear to me the hour . , Take back the virgin page . The legacy ..... How oft has the banshee cried? We may roam through this world Eveleen’s bower The song of Fionnuala Let Erin remember the days of old . Come send round the wine Sublime was the warning Believe me, if all those endearing young charms ..... Erin ! O Erin! ...... Drink to her ..... Oh, blame not the bard .... While gazing on the moon’s light 111 omens ...... Before the battle ..... After the battle Page. vi o 5 6 6 G 7 7 8 8 9 9 9 10 10 11 11 12 12 13 13 Oh, ’tis sweet to think The Irish peasant to his mistress . On music ..... The origin of the harp It is not the tear at this moment shed Love’s young dream I saw thy form in youthful prime The prince’s day .... Lesbia hath a beaming eye Weep on, weep on By that lake, whose gloomy shore She is far from the land Nay, tell me not .... Avenging and bright . Love and the novice What the bee is to the floweret This life is all checker’d with pleasures woes ...... 0! the shamrock At the mid-hour of night . One bumper at parting ’Tis the last rose of summer The young May moon The minstrel boy .... The song of O’Ruark . Oh, had we some bright little isle of own ...... Farewell ! but whenever you welcome hour ..... You remember Ellen Oh, doubt me not I’d mourn the hopes Come o’er the sea Has sorrow thy young days shaded? . No, not more welcome When first I met thee While history’s muse . The time I’ve lost in wooing and our the Page. . 14 14 . 15 15 . 15 1G . 1G 17 . 17 18 . 18 19 . 19 20 . 20 20 21 21 22 22 23 23 23 24 24 25 *5 26 26 26 27 27 28 28 29 43 ii. a o 1 ^ r E N T s . Page- Page. Where’s the slave 20 Lament for Banba . . . . . 65 ’Tis gone and forever 20 Ellen Bawn ..... 66 I saw from the) beach . BO Love ballad ...... 66 Come, rest in this bosom . 30 The vision of Conor O’Sullivan 67 Fill the bumper fair . 31 Patrick Condon’s vision . . . . 68 Dear harp of my country . 31 Sighile Ni Gara 60 Remember thee . . ■ 32 St. Patrick’s hymn before Tara 70 Oh, for the swords of former time! 32 Twenty golden years ago 72 Wreath the bowl 32 The parallel .... 33 •^ocms of Samuel %Lmv. Oh, ye dead ..... 34 O’Donohue’s mistress 34 The angel’s whisper . 74 Shall the harp then be silent? 35 The fairy boy ..... 74 Oh, the sight entrancing . 30 True love can ne’er forget 75 Sweet Innisfallen 36 Nymph of Niagara .... 7o ’Twas one of those dreams 37 How to ask and have .... 76 Fairest, put on awhile . 37 The land of the west .... 76 As vanquished Erin . 38 Sweet harp of the days that are gone 77 Desmond's song .... 38 Yield not, thou sad one, to sighs 77 I wish I was by that dim lake . 30 Widow Machree ..... lyry i i Song of Innisfail 30 Molly Bawn 78 Oh, Arranmore, loved Arranmore 30 Mother, he’s going away .... 70 Lay his sword by his side 40 The Quaker’s meeting .... 79 The wine-cup is circling . 40 Native music ...... 81 Oh ! could we do with this world of ours 41 The charm ..... 81 The dream of those days 41 The four-leaved shamrock 81 Silence is in our festal halls 41 Oh! watch you well by day-light 82 Rory O’More ; or good omens . 82 yorms of Alamos (tftavonco Pamtan. The blarney ..... 83 The chain of gold ..... 83 Dark Rosaleen .... Give me my arrows and give me my bow 84 Shane Bwee ; or the captivity of the Gaels 44 The hour before day .... 84 A lamentation 45 Macarthy’s grave ..... 85 Sarsfield ..... 46 St. Kevin . . .... 85 Lament over the ruins of the Abbey of Teach The Indian summer .... 86 Molaga .... . 47 The war-ship of peace 86 The dawning of the day • 49 An honest heart to guide us 86 The dream of John MacDonnell 50 The birth of St. Patrick 87 The sorrows of Innisfail 51 The Arab 87 The testament of Cathaeir Mor . 51 Fag-an-bealach ..... 88 Rury and Darvorgilla . 54 The bridge of sighs .... 88 The expedition and death of King Dathy 57 The child and autumn leaf . 89 Prince Aldfrid’s itinerary through Ireland 58 Forgive, but don’t forget .... 89 Kinkora ..... 59 The girl I left behind me 89 Lament for the princes of Tyrone and Tyr- I can ne’er forget thee .... 90 connell .... 60 Love and home and native land . 90 O’Hussey’s ode to the Maguire 62 Memory and hope ..... 90 Kathaleen Ny-Houlakan . 64 Molly Carew 91 Welcome to the prince 64 My dark -haired girl .... 92 1 CONTENTS. iii. 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Norah’s lament ..... 92 Fontenoy 131 The silent farewell . 92 The Dungannon convention 133 What will you do, love? 92 Song of the volunteers of 1782 134 The men of ’eiglity-two 134 of Itooroag Native swords ..... 135 Tone’s grave .... 136 The men of Tipperary 94 Nationality ...... 137 The rivers ..... 95 Self-reliance 137 Glengariff ...... 95 Sweet and sad 138 The West’s asleep .... 96 The burial ..... 139 Oh ! for a steed . . . . . 97 We must not fail 140 Cymric rule and Cymric rulers 97 O’Connell’s statue 141 A ballad of freedom .... 98 The green above the red 142 The Irish hurrah .... . 99 The vow of Tipperary . 143 A song- for the Irish militia 100 A scene in the south .... 143 Our own again .... 101 William Tell and the genius of Switzerland 144 Celts and Saxons ...... 101 The exile ..... 145 Orange and green will carry the day 102 My home ...... 146 The lost path ...... 103 Marie Nangle, or the seven sisters of Navan 148 Hope- deferred ..... 104 My grave ..... 149 Eibhlin a ruin . . . . . 104 Duty and love ..... 105 iom$ of (Klmlos; lam*# W,mv. Blind Mary 105 The bride of Mallow .... 105 Bad luck to this marching 150 The welcome . 106 It’s little for glory I care 150 Maire bhan a stoir .... 107 Larry M’Hale ...... 151 Oh ! the marriage .... 107 Mary Draper ...... 151 The boatman of Kinsale 108 Now can’t you be aisy ? . . . . 152 Fate of King Dathi 108 Oh ! once we were illigant people 153 Argan Mor ..... 110 Potteen, good luck to ye, dear 153 The victor’s burial . 110 The bivouac ..... 153 The true Irish king .... 111 The girls of the west . 154 The Geraldines 112 The Irish dragoon .... 154 O’Brien of Ara ..... 114 The man for Galway . . . . 155 Emmeline Talbot ..... 115 The Pope he leads a happy life 155 O’Sullivan’s returu .... 117 The pickets are fast retreating, boys . 156 The fate of the O’Sullivans The sack of Baltimore Lament for the death of Eoghan Ruadh 118 120 Widow Malone ..... looms of Holm §mum. 156 O’Neill 121 Ailleen ..... 157 A rally for Ireland .... 122 Soggarth Aroon ..... 157 The battle of Limerick .... 124 The fetch ..... 158 The penal days ..... 125 The Irish maiden’s song 159 The death of Sarsfield .... 126 The reconciliation 159 The surprise of Cremona . The flower of Finae ..... 126 128 looms of Jttmuof Joogoosott. Clare’s dragoons ..... 129 Deirdra’s farewell to Alba 160 When the south winds blow 130 Deirdra’s lament for the sons of Usnach 160 The battle eve of the brigade 130 The downfall of the Gael 161 C 0 N T Pace. O’Byrne’s bard to the clans of Wicklow 1G2 Lament over the ruins of the Abbey of Timoleague . . . . . 163 To the Harper O’Connellan . . .104 Grace Nugent . * . . .104 Mild Mable Kelly 105 The cup of O’Hara .... 105 The fair-hair’d girl . . . . .105 Pastheen fin . . . . .100 Molly Astore . . . . . .167 Cashel of Munster .... 167 The coolun ...... 167 Youghall harbor ..... 168 Cean dubli deelish . . . . .160 Boatman’s hymn . . . . . 169 The dear old air 169 The lapful of nuts .... 170 Mary’s waking . . . . .170 Hopeless love ..... 170 The fair hills of Ireland .... 171 Torna’s lament for Core and Niall . 171 Una Phelimy 112 genus of William ^Uingftam. The winding banks of Erne . . . 174 The Abbot of Innisfallen .... 176 Abbey ASaroe ..... 177 genus ef gnus |lorrucr gldCartlut, The pillar towers of Ireland . . .179 The lay missioner .... 180 Summer longings . . . . .182 A lament . . . . . . 182 The clan of MacCaura .... 184 Devotion 186 Over the sea . . . . . .187 Home preference . . . . . 188 The fireside . . . . . .188 The vale of Shanganah . . . . 189 The window . . . . . .190 Advance . . . . . . 191 The emigrants . . . . .192 To Ethna 194 Wings for home . . . . .195 To an infant. ..... 195 Home-sickness . . . . . 19G E N T S . Pack. Youth and age 197 Sunny days in winter . 197 Duty 197 Order .... . 197 The first of the angels . 198 Spirit voices . 199 Truth in song 200 All fool’s day . . 201 The birth of the spring 202 goems of .frauds glaltony. Vert- vert, the parrot . 204 The silk-worm 211 The Shandon bells . . 219 The red-breast of Aquitania . 220 L’Envoy to W. H. Ainsworth, Esq. 222 The legend of Arethusa . 222 The ladye of Lee 223 Life, a bubble . 223 Jack Bellew’s song 224 Friar O’Meara’s song 224 Terry Callaghan’s song . 225 Lament of Stella . 220 Epitaph on Father Prout . 220 The attractions of a fashionable Irish water- ing-place ..... 227 ■ From Gresset’s farewell to the Jesuits . 227 Don Ignacio Loyola’s vigil . . 228 Song of the Cossack .... 228 Popular recollections of Bonaparte . 229 Address to the vanguard of the French . 230 Ode on the defeat of Sultan Osman . 231 Ode on the taking of Calais . . . 233 Michael Angelo’s farewell to sculpture . 234 The song of Brennus .... 235 Wine debtor to water .... 235 Popular ballad on the battle of Lepanto . 236 The three-colored flag . . . 237 Malbrouck ...... 238 The obsequies of David the painter . . 238 To prostrate Italy ... . 269 Ode to the statue of Moses . . . 240 Lines addressed to the Tiber . . 240 The angel of poetry . . . . 241 Good dry lodgings .... 242 The carrier-dove of Athens . . . 243 The fall of the leaves . . . 244 CONTENTS. v. gorm$ of If. (Jattatuin. The revenge of Donal Comm Gougane Barra Dirge of O’Sullivan Bear The Virgin Mary’s bank The white cockade The avenger . The lament of O’Gnive . On the last day . A lay of mizen head Lines written to a young lady Stanzas to Erin Lines to Miss O’D . Lines to Erin Wellington’s name The exile’s farewell Song . De la vida del cielo To the star of Bethlehem . Lines to the Blessed Sacrament Though dark fate hath reft me . Page. 24.5 . 252 253 . 254 255 . 255 . 25G 257 . 257 . 258 258 . 259 . 2G0 . 260 2G1 . 2G1 261 . 2G2 2G2 . 2G3 lomsi of (DUm* (Goldsmith. The deserted village The traveller The hermit . 264 272 280 of Uolm ghilpot ®«rait. Oh! sleef» ....... 283 The deserter’s lamentation . . . 283 The Monks of the Order of St. Patrick . 284 The green spot that blooms o’er the desert of life ...... 284 |?oom$ of Griffin. The bride of Malahide .... 285 Hark! Hark! the soft bugle . . 287 A soldier — a soldier to-night is our guest 287 Aileen Aroon ..... 288 Know ye not that lovely river . . . 288 ’Tis, it is the Shannon’s stream . . 289 I love my love in the morning . . . 289 Orange and green ..... 290 Sleep, that like the couched dove . .291 Gilla ma chree ..... 292 Old times ! Old times ! . . . . 292 A place in thy memory, dearest . . 293 For I am desolate . . . . 293 The bridal wake . Adare ..... The poet’s prophecy Twilight song .... The mother’s lament You never bade me hope, ’tis true Like the oak by the fountain The phantom city War! war! horrid war! Gone! gone! forever gone! Sonnets . ... War song of O’Driscol My spirit is of pensive mould . Impromptu .... Friendship .... Fame Written in Adare in 1820 The wake of the absent . On pulling some campanulas in a garden ..... They speak of Scotland’s heroes old O’Brazil, the isle of the blest . Lines addressed to a sea-gull The Sister of Charity To memory .... The song of the old mendicant Would you choose a friend? . gomsi of $0ftu gMStW. Page. 294 . 294 295 . 296 296 . 296 297 . 297 297 . 297 298 . 298 299 . 299 299 . 300 300 . 300 lady’s Dirge song . The harp . The everlasting rose If I might choose Oh ! if, as Arabs fancy 301 301 302 303 303 305 305 306 307 308 308 308 309 gocmis of gw. CltarUgi Itfolfo. Go, forget me ..... 310 The burial of Sir John Moore . . 311 The chains of Spain are breaking . .311 Oh! say not that my heart is cold . . 312 Gone from her cheek ..... 312 Oh, my love has an eye of the softest blue 312 If I had thought thou couldst have died 313 |?om$ of g. g. Eileen O’Donohue .... The yarn of Mr. Cole of the coal quay . 314 316 “Poetry,” said Coleridge, “is the fragrance and tne blossom of all human knowledge, — human thoughts, passions, emotions, language.” The poetry of Ire- land, at least its lyric poetry, is, it may be safely asserted, superior to that of other nations in the felicity of language, and variety and harmony of its num- bers ; moreover, its character is distinctive : the national aspiration for freedom, and the invocation of her sons to break the thrall of bondage, have been struck upon the harp-chord of Erin by nearly all her bards, and serves only to show how fertile are the resources of genius, even in treating of a single subject. But, not alone to this field is Irish poetry confined. Epic poetry is. well represented ; as for example, Moore’s Lalla Rookh — a gem, pure in its exquisite word-painting, and harmony of metre as the pearl of that Indian ocean which is, in some part, the scene of its tragic story ; and pathos, humor, and satire have all had their famous exponents in the gallery of Erin’s poets. Speaking on a kindred topic, a distinguished divine (Monsignor Capel) said recently: — “ The intellect of Ireland is a gulf-stream in the ocean of thought.” And this opinion will be readily en- dorsed by all who read the poetry of Ireland ; which, even after centuries of oppression, breathes the Spartan spirit of defiance of the conqueror; and, ever with the rainbow of hope in the sky of its prophetic future, heralds the day of national independence. The selections of verse in this volume present a variety of subjects, and an array of celebrated names, which must command the attention of the most fasti- dious reader, and will well repay perusal. P. D. N. U * L °Z:£ V v mu mi A ^ ^©YG) ~ ^sWsks ' ' ^ G-0 WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE. Axe — Maid of the Valley. /tfff’O where glory waits thee, (§§H But while fame elates thee, Oh ! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest To thine ear is sweetest, Oh ! then remember me. Other arms may press thee, Dearer friends caress thee, All the joys that bless thee, Sweeter far may be ; But when friends are nearest, And when joys are dearest, Oh ! then remember me. When at eve thou rovest By the star thou lovest, Oh ! then remember me. Think, when home returning, Bright we’ve seen it burning, Oh ! thus remember me. Oft as summer closes, On its lingering roses, Once so loved by thee, Think of her who wove them, Her who made thee love them, Oh ! then remember me. When around the dying, Autumn leaves are lying, Oh ! then remember me. And, at night, when gazing, On the gay hearth blazing, Oh ! still remember me. Then should music, stealing All the soul of feeling, To thy heart appealing, Draw one tear from thee ; Then let memory bring thee Strains I used to sing thee — Oh ! then remember me. WAR SONG. REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE. Aik — Molly Macalpm. *|||)EMEMBER the glories of Brien the Brave, Though the days of the hero are o’er ; Though lost to Mononia, and cold in the grave, He returns to Kinkora no more ! 2 MOORE’S IRIS II M E LODI E S . That star of the field, which so often has pour’d Its beam on the battle, is set ; But enough of its glory remains on each sword To light us to glory yet ! Mononia! when nature embellish’d the tint Of thy fields and thy mountains so fair, Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print The footstep of slavery there ? No, freedom ! whose smile w r e shall never resign. Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, ’Tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, Than to sleep but a moment in chains ! Forget not our wounded companions who stood In the day of distress by our side ; While the moss of the valley grew red with their blood, They stirr’d not, but conquer’d and died ! The sun that now blesses our arms with his light, Saw them fall upon Ossory’s plain ! Oh let him not blush, when he leaves us to-night, To find that they fell there in vain ! ERIN ! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE EYES. Air — Aileen Aroon. ,/j£RIN ! the tear and the smile in thine lf§ eyes Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies ! Shining through sorrow’s stream, Saddening through pleasure’s beam, Thy sons, with doubtful gleam, Weep while they rise ! Erin ! thy silent tear never shall cease, Erin ! thy languid smile ne’er shall in- crease, Till, like the rainbow’s light, Thy various tints unite, And form, in Heaven’s sight, One arch of peace ! OH BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. Air— T he Brown Maid. /jjtH breathe not his name, let it sleep