Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
200 Streams and streamlets blending, Each on each attending, All together wending, Seek the silver sands; Like the sisters holding With a fond enfolding-- Like to sisters holding One another's hands. Now with foreheads blushing With a rapturous flushing-- Now the streams are rushing In among the waves. Now in shy confusion, With a pale suffusion, Seek the wild seclusion Of sequestered caves. All the summer hours Hiding in the bowers, Scattering silver showers Out upon the strand; O'er the pebbles crashing, Through the ripples splashing, Liquid pearl-wreaths dashing From each other's hand. By yon mossy boulder, See an ivory shoulder, Dazzling the beholder, Rises o'er the blue; But a moment's thinking, Sends the Naiad sinking, With a modest shrinking, From the gazer's view. Now the wave compresses All their golden tresses-- Now their sea-green dresses Float them o'er the tide;
201 Now with elf-locks dripping From the brine they're sipping, With a fairy tripping, Down the green waves glide. Some that scarce have tarried By the shore are carried Sea-ward to be married To the glad gods there: Triton's horn is playing, Neptune's steeds are neighing, Restless with delaying For a bride so fair. See at first the river How its pale lips quiver, How its white waves shiver With a fond unrest; List how low it sigheth, See how swift it flieth, Till at length it lieth On the ocean's breast. Such is Youth's admiring, Such is Love's desiring, Such is Hope's aspiring For the higher goal; Such is man's condition Till in heaven's fruition Ends the mystic mission Of the eternal soul.
- Page 149 and 150: 149 As he sweepeth through the wild
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- Page 155 and 156: 155 Advance! Through hope and work
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- Page 159 and 160: 159 Still in the battle for Freedom
- Page 161 and 162: 161 Dark was my dream, though many
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- Page 165 and 166: 165 Who all the spring-time of thy
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- Page 169 and 170: 169 The last great champion of the
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- 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,
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- Page 183 and 184: 183 Of the life that follows this,
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- Page 191 and 192: 191 One, who is labour's useful tra
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- Page 203 and 204: 203 Rises soaring to heaven in its
- Page 205 and 206: 205 Nought could resist his mighty
- Page 207 and 208: 207 The modest maiden May. Oh! she
- Page 209 and 210: 209 And as the thoughtless children
- Page 211 and 212: 211 And the young Year rose from hi
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- Page 215 and 216: 215 And a blessing to the low. When
- Page 217 and 218: 217 Centenary Odes. O'CONNELL. AUGU
- Page 219 and 220: 219 And a voice rings out through t
- Page 221 and 222: 221 But soon had come the final com
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- Page 225 and 226: 225 He slept by the soft Ligurian S
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- Page 229 and 230: 229 The Homer of the West. He sings
- Page 231 and 232: 231 'Twas thus he sang, And while t
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- Page 237 and 238: 237 In visiting some bower, She sca
- Page 239 and 240: 239 'Tis Love, methought, blind Lov
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200<br />
Streams and streamlets blending,<br />
Each on each attending,<br />
All together wending,<br />
Seek the silver sands;<br />
Like the sisters holding<br />
With a fond enfolding--<br />
Like to sisters holding<br />
One another's hands.<br />
Now with foreheads blushing<br />
With a rapturous flushing--<br />
Now the streams are rushing<br />
In among the waves.<br />
Now in shy confusion,<br />
With a pale suffusion,<br />
Seek the wild seclusion<br />
Of sequestered caves.<br />
All the summer hours<br />
Hiding in the bowers,<br />
Scattering silver showers<br />
Out upon the strand;<br />
O'er the pebbles crashing,<br />
Through the ripples splashing,<br />
Liquid pearl-wreaths dashing<br />
From each other's hand.<br />
By yon mossy boulder,<br />
See an ivory shoulder,<br />
Dazzling the beholder,<br />
Rises o'er the blue;<br />
But a moment's thinking,<br />
Sends the Naiad sinking,<br />
With a modest shrinking,<br />
From the gazer's view.<br />
Now the wave compresses<br />
All their golden tresses--<br />
Now their sea-green dresses<br />
Float them o'er the tide;