Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis

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56 Because he loved his master, and he felt He went but to his death; but he repelled The youth's advice, and spoke to him these words-- "Oh! cease, my servant. I will not be turned By any youth from what I have resolved." And thus in speech and answer spoke the two-- FERDIAH. Let us go to this challenge, Let us fly to the Ford, When the raven shall croak O'er my blood-dripping sword. Oh, woe for Cuchullin! That sword will be red; Oh, woe! for to-morrow The hero lies dead. CHARIOTEER. Thy words are not gentle, Yet rest where thou art, 'Twill be dreadful to meet, And distressful to part. The champion of Ulster! Oh! think what a foe! In that meeting there's grief, In that journey there's woe! FERDIAH. Thy counsel is craven, Thy caution I slight, No brave-hearted champion Should shrink from the fight. The blood I inherit Doth prompt me to do-- Let us go to the challenge, To the Ford let us go! Then were the horses of Ferdiah yoked
57 Unto the chariot, and he rode full speed Unto the Ford of battle, and the day Began to break, and all the east grew red. Beside the Ford he halted. "Good, my friend," He said unto his servant, "Spread for me The skins and cushions of my chariot here Beneath me, that I may a full deep sleep Enjoy before the hour of fight arrives; For in the latter portion of the night I slept not, thinking of the fight to come." Unharnessed were the horses, and the boy Spread out the cushions and the chariot's skins, And heavy sleep fell on Ferdiah's lids. Now of Cuchullin will I speak. He rose Not until day with all its light had come, In order that the men of Erin ne'er Should say of him that it was fear or dread That made him from a restless couch arise. When in the fulness of its light at length Shone forth the day, he bade his charioteer Harness his horses and his chariot yoke. "Harness my horses, good, my servant," said Cuchullin, "and my chariot yoke for me, For lo! an early-rising champion comes To meet us here beside the Ford to-day-- Ferdiah, son of Daman, Dare's son." "My lord, the steeds are ready to thy hand; Thy chariot stands here yoked, do thou step in; The noble car will not disgrace its lord." Into the chariot, then, the dextrous, bold, Red-sworded, battle-winning hero sprang Cuchullin, son of Sualtam, at a bound. Invisible Bocanachs and Bananachs, And Geniti Glindi[48] shouted round the car, And demons of the earth and of the air. For thus the Tuatha de Danaans used By sorceries to raise those fearful cries Around him, that the terror and the fear
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1 Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis P
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3 Spanish Literature," new edition,
Page 5 and 6: 5 Many of the earlier poems here co
Page 7 and 8: 7 4. The following are the titles a
Page 9 and 10: 9 Remonstrance Ireland's Vow A Drea
Page 11 and 12: 11 BALLADS AND LYRICS. WAITING FOR
Page 13 and 14: 13 Like a dream. The blue smoke upw
Page 15 and 16: 15 The golden bells that deck the f
Page 17 and 18: 17 13. Near the town is the "Fairy
Page 19 and 20: 19 That cometh with years-- Bitter
Page 21 and 22: 21 Music-shaken, It doth waken, Hal
Page 23 and 24: 23 Shudder at their midnight madnes
Page 25 and 26: 25 Heart-enchanting, Cythna, Genevi
Page 27 and 28: 27 When I have knelt in the temple
Page 29 and 30: 29 On the wing of the spring, comes
Page 31 and 32: 31 Long as a Lapland winter, which
Page 33 and 34: 33 My own dear isle! LOVE'S LANGUAG
Page 35 and 36: 35 How poor or great may be my fate
Page 37 and 38: 37 Truth, forget the constant beami
Page 39 and 40: 39 Oh! none was to rival the prince
Page 41 and 42: 41 At my window, late and early, In
Page 43 and 44: 43 In fragrant sighs its heart reve
Page 45 and 46: 45 For the summer is always there!
Page 47 and 48: 47 The dread expanding force of the
Page 49 and 50: 49 the agile spring so swift and li
Page 51 and 52: 51 Though Domnal[42] it should be,
Page 53 and 54: 53 Who hitherto have come to fight
Page 55: 55 CUCHULLIN. If Conor's royal stre
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Page 61 and 62: 61 "Glad am I, O Cuchullin, thou ha
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Page 65 and 66: 65 No, the great prize shall not by
Page 67 and 68: 67 Like bees upon the wing on a fin
Page 69 and 70: 69 And then they braced their two b
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Page 77 and 78: 77 With such an easy effort that it
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Page 81 and 82: 81 He to have died and thou to have
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Page 85 and 86: 85 First on the shore, as swift our
Page 87 and 88: 87 The wave that swallows up the sh
Page 89 and 90: 89 38. "The plains of Aie" (son of
Page 91 and 92: 91 This, which it is to be presumed
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Page 95 and 96: 95 I sought the rocky eastern isle,
Page 97 and 98: 97 At length the long-expected morn
Page 99 and 100: 99 Hail, spotless Virgin! mildest,
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107 Bright, even as bright as those
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109 Rise up to God like morn and ev
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111 There never falls the rain-clou
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113 would be always visited and pro
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115 Sweetly the rising moonbeams pl
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117 To Desmond of the flowing strea
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119 If beauty decks with peerless c
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121 When all who live on Irish grou
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123 Thus rushed upon the doomed Mac
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125 Hangs the long leash that binds
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127 "If, when I reach my home to-ni
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129 "Thou'st bravely won an Irish b
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131 MacDonnells was at Glenarm. 85.
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133 And such was young Paolo! The m
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135 prayer. At morning when Paolo d
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137 And are bless'd in the name of
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139 But the tower in whose shade th
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141 Burning and withering, its drop
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143 his soul. For though sweet are
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145 Still some scenes are yet encha
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147 Need we say that Maurice loved
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149 As he sweepeth through the wild
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151 There's a crowding and a crushi
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153 100. The lusmore (or fairy cap)
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155 Advance! Through hope and work
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157 That can make thee rouse for it
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159 Still in the battle for Freedom
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161 Dark was my dream, though many
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163 Feel life has but one disaster,
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165 Who all the spring-time of thy
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167 We must spend the hour that fli
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169 The last great champion of the
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171 To be hushed, to be whipt, Its
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173 March 11th, 1856. 107. It is st
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175 A glorious wreath my happy hand
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177 Thine emerald robes are held fo
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179 Let us seek the wandering May,
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181 The wing`ed flame to the rosebu
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183 Of the life that follows this,
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185 Is with the flowers the time of
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187 Or following its devious course
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189 In Andalusia's Eden clime, Or '
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191 One, who is labour's useful tra
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193 Supports the mightiest crown on
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195 They twin'd their trembling han
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197 And grateful joy, the first and
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199 All their silvery stores, There
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201 Now with elf-locks dripping Fro
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203 Rises soaring to heaven in its
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205 Nought could resist his mighty
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207 The modest maiden May. Oh! she
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209 And as the thoughtless children
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211 And the young Year rose from hi
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213 THE FIRST OF THE ANGELS. Hush!
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215 And a blessing to the low. When
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217 Centenary Odes. O'CONNELL. AUGU
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219 And a voice rings out through t
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221 But soon had come the final com
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223 And grateful hearts invoked a b
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225 He slept by the soft Ligurian S
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227 In words though weak, in hues t
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229 The Homer of the West. He sings
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231 'Twas thus he sang, And while t
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233 The whole horizon fills. Or the
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235 The wit and song, the name and
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237 In visiting some bower, She sca
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239 'Tis Love, methought, blind Lov
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241 Thou by my side, fair vision, u
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243 Where scarce a flower that now
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245 Ah! wondrous is the lot of him
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247 And rob the heavens of stars fo
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249 What without me were all the po
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251 RECOLLECTIONS. Ah! summer time,
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253 Near to the lilacs round the po
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255 DOLORES. The moon of my soul is
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257 Of thy young heart's fond ambit
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259 'Tis Baiae, by a softer blue! G
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261 The songs melodious, which--a n
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263 The poet's dream--the lover's j
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265 And the ivy clothes the wall, T
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267 Let the spring-tide of Hope sen
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269 DARRYNANE. [Written in 1844, af
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271 115. The abbey on the grounds o
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273 Like thee, when wet with heaven
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275 'Tis warmed by an internal heat
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277 Their names be written in the B
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279 August 28, 1870. 119. Written d
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281 or 'girrinna.' The bird, at lea
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283 Ferdiah. line 69 [birds sing] {
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