Who is Samuel Lover

Samuel Lover (24 February 1797 – 6 July 1868), also known as "Ben Trovato" ("well invented"), was an Irish songwriter, composer and novelist, and a portrait painter, chiefly in miniatures. He was the grandfather of Victor Herbert.LifeLover was born at No. 60 Grafton Street, Dublin and went to school at Samuel Whyte's at No. 79, which now houses Bewley's Café. By 1830 he was Secretary of the Royal Hibernian Academy and living at No. 9 D'Olier Street. In 1835 he moved to London and began composing music for a series of comic stage works. For some, like the operetta Il Paddy Whack in Italia (1841), he contributed libretto and music, for others just a few songs.Lover produced many Irish songs, of which several, such as The Angel's Whisper, Molly Bawn (song)|Molly Bawn, and The Four-leaved S...
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  • How To Ask And Have
    "Oh, 'tis time I should talk to your mother,
    Sweet Mary," says I;
    "Oh, don't talk to my mother," says Mary,
    Beginning to cry: ...
  • The Birth Of Saint Patrick
    On the eighth day of March it was, some people say,
    That Saint Pathrick at midnight he first saw the day;
    While others declare 'twas the ninth he was born,
    And 'twas all a mistake between midnight and morn; ...
  • Rory O'more; Or, Good Omens
    Young Rory O'More, courted Kathleen Bawn,
    He was bold as a hawk,--she as soft as the dawn;
    He wish'd in his heart pretty Kathleen to please,
    And he thought the best way to do that was to tease. ...
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Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko
 by John Keats

Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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