Bounding from the pebbly beach, For the sandall'd pilgrim said Solemnly he swore to be Soon reveng'd right bitterly- That he kept his oath too well. Row, fisherman row; the hoarse voice of the tempest Ply thy oar, or yon orb in the west quickly sinking Kind Reader adieu-the dark shadows of Ev'ning lake; The fast-coming storm scares the birds which were weaving Rich Melody's web in yon rose-tangled brake— Green Erin, forgive the rash hand of a stranger Who has dar'd to unhang thy long slumbering lyre, And ventur'd to sweep its bright chords often breath'd on By Moore with the warmth of rich Poesy's fire. Forgive the attempt-should thy bright-beaming face Reward with one smile the adventurous strain, At morn, reinspird'd by thy favouring grace ODE TO MUSIC. (1843.) IGHTY mistress of the heart, M Music, loveliest child of Art, Oh! what rapture priz'd more dearly Sends its liquid notes on high? Felt throughout the raptur'd frame Such as warm'd an earlier day Pour'd forth streams of melody; When the lover warm and young E'en one moment to retrace On this tear-dew'd cheek Joy's bloom Once again 'twould harbour Peace Maiden oh! in mercy cease, Cease that melody, to me 'Tis replete with agony, Feelings which defy Oblivion Fiercely claim their old dominion Maiden cease; this sad heart thirsting Maiden cease; no words could make thee Hark! her silvery tones are ringing, |