Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
156 Advance! or sink at once into the grave; Be bravely free or artfully a slave! Why fret thy master, if thou must have one? Advance! Advance three steps, the glorious work is done;-- Advance! The first is COURAGE--'tis a giant stride!-- Advance! With bounding step up Freedom's rugged side Advance! KNOWLEDGE will lead thee to the dazzling heights, TOLERANCE will teach and guard thy brother's rights. Faint not! for thee a pitying Future waits-- Advance! Be wise, be just, with will as fixed as Fate's,-- Advance! REMONSTRANCE. Bless the dear old verdant land, Brother, wert thou born of it? As thy shadow life doth stand, Twining round its rosy band, Did an Irish mother's hand Guide thee in the morn of it? Did thy father's soft command Teach thee love or scorn of it? Thou who tread'st its fertile breast, Dost thou feel a glow for it? Thou, of all its charms possest, Living on its first and best, Art thou but a thankless guest, Or a traitor foe for it? If thou lovest, where the test? Wouldst thou strike a blow for it? Has the past no goading sting
157 That can make thee rouse for it? Does thy land's reviving spring, Full of buds and blossoming, Fail to make thy cold heart cling, Breathing lover's vows for it? With the circling ocean's ring Thou wert made a spouse for it! Hast thou kept, as thou shouldst keep, Thy affections warm for it, Letting no cold feeling creep, Like the ice breath o'er the deep, Freezing to a stony sleep Hopes the heart would form for it-- Glories that like rainbows weep Through the darkening storm for it? What we seek is Nature's right-- Freedom and the aids of it;-- Freedom for the mind's strong flight Seeking glorious shapes star-bright Through the world's intensest night, When the sunshine fades of it! Truth is one, and so is light, Yet how many shades of it! A mirror every heart doth wear, For heavenly shapes to shine in it; If dim the glass or dark the air, That Truth, the beautiful and fair, God's glorious image, shines not there, Or shines with nought divine in it: A sightless lion in its lair, The darkened soul must pine in it! Son of this old, down-trodden land, Then aid us in the fight for it; We seek to make it great and grand, Its shipless bays, its naked strand, By canvas-swelling breezes fanned. Oh! what a glorious sight for it!
- Page 105 and 106: 105 Her cold hands chilled the boso
- Page 107 and 108: 107 Bright, even as bright as those
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- Page 111 and 112: 111 There never falls the rain-clou
- Page 113 and 114: 113 would be always visited and pro
- Page 115 and 116: 115 Sweetly the rising moonbeams pl
- Page 117 and 118: 117 To Desmond of the flowing strea
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- Page 121 and 122: 121 When all who live on Irish grou
- Page 123 and 124: 123 Thus rushed upon the doomed Mac
- Page 125 and 126: 125 Hangs the long leash that binds
- Page 127 and 128: 127 "If, when I reach my home to-ni
- Page 129 and 130: 129 "Thou'st bravely won an Irish b
- Page 131 and 132: 131 MacDonnells was at Glenarm. 85.
- Page 133 and 134: 133 And such was young Paolo! The m
- Page 135 and 136: 135 prayer. At morning when Paolo d
- Page 137 and 138: 137 And are bless'd in the name of
- Page 139 and 140: 139 But the tower in whose shade th
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- Page 143 and 144: 143 his soul. For though sweet are
- Page 145 and 146: 145 Still some scenes are yet encha
- Page 147 and 148: 147 Need we say that Maurice loved
- Page 149 and 150: 149 As he sweepeth through the wild
- Page 151 and 152: 151 There's a crowding and a crushi
- Page 153 and 154: 153 100. The lusmore (or fairy cap)
- Page 155: 155 Advance! Through hope and work
- Page 159 and 160: 159 Still in the battle for Freedom
- Page 161 and 162: 161 Dark was my dream, though many
- Page 163 and 164: 163 Feel life has but one disaster,
- Page 165 and 166: 165 Who all the spring-time of thy
- Page 167 and 168: 167 We must spend the hour that fli
- Page 169 and 170: 169 The last great champion of the
- Page 171 and 172: 171 To be hushed, to be whipt, Its
- Page 173 and 174: 173 March 11th, 1856. 107. It is st
- Page 175 and 176: 175 A glorious wreath my happy hand
- Page 177 and 178: 177 Thine emerald robes are held fo
- Page 179 and 180: 179 Let us seek the wandering May,
- Page 181 and 182: 181 The wing`ed flame to the rosebu
- Page 183 and 184: 183 Of the life that follows this,
- Page 185 and 186: 185 Is with the flowers the time of
- Page 187 and 188: 187 Or following its devious course
- Page 189 and 190: 189 In Andalusia's Eden clime, Or '
- Page 191 and 192: 191 One, who is labour's useful tra
- Page 193 and 194: 193 Supports the mightiest crown on
- Page 195 and 196: 195 They twin'd their trembling han
- Page 197 and 198: 197 And grateful joy, the first and
- Page 199 and 200: 199 All their silvery stores, There
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156<br />
Advance! or sink at once into the grave;<br />
Be bravely free or artfully a slave!<br />
Why fret thy master, if thou must have one?<br />
Advance!<br />
Advance three steps, the glorious work is done;--<br />
Advance!<br />
The first is COURAGE--'tis a giant stride!--<br />
Advance!<br />
With bounding step up Freedom's rugged side<br />
Advance!<br />
KNOWLEDGE will lead thee to the dazzling heights,<br />
TOLERANCE will teach and guard thy brother's rights.<br />
Faint not! for thee a pitying Future waits--<br />
Advance!<br />
Be wise, be just, with will as fixed as Fate's,--<br />
Advance!<br />
REMONSTRANCE.<br />
Bless the dear old verdant land,<br />
Brother, wert thou born of it?<br />
As thy shadow life doth stand,<br />
Twining round its rosy band,<br />
Did an Irish mother's hand<br />
Guide thee in the morn of it?<br />
Did thy father's soft command<br />
Teach thee love or scorn of it?<br />
Thou who tread'st its fertile breast,<br />
Dost thou feel a glow for it?<br />
Thou, of all its charms possest,<br />
Living on its first and best,<br />
Art thou but a thankless guest,<br />
Or a traitor foe for it?<br />
If thou lovest, where the test?<br />
Wouldst thou strike a blow for it?<br />
Has the past no goading sting
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