- 1. O'hussey's Ode To The Maguire
Where is my chief, my master, this bleak night, mavrone?
O cold, cold, miserably cold is this bleak night for Hugh!
Its showery, arrowy, speary sleet pierceth one thro' and thro',
Pierceth one to the very bone.
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- 2. King Cahal Mór Of The Wine-red Hand
I walked entranced
Through a land of Morn:
The sun, with wondrous excess of light,
Shone down and glanced
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- 3. And Then No More
I saw her once, one little while, and then no more:
'Twas Eden's light on Earth a while, and then no more.
Amid the throng she passed along the meadow-floor:
Spring seemed to smile on Earth awhile, and then no more;
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- 4. A Lament For The Princes Of Tyrone And Tyrconnel
O woman of the piercing wail,
Who mournest o'er yon mound of clay
With sigh and groan,
Would God thou wert among the Gael!
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- 5. The Nameless One
Roll forth, my song, like the rushing river,
That sweeps along to the mighty sea;
God will inspire me while I deliver
My soul of thee!
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- 6. Dark Rosaleen
O my Dark Rosaleen,
Do not sigh, do not weep!
The priests are on the ocean green,
They march along the deep.
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