Thomas Osborne Davis Soft Poems
- 1. The Burial.[1]
Why rings the knell of the funeral bell from a hundred village shrines?
Through broad Fingall, where hasten all those long and ordered lines?
With tear and sigh they're passing by--the matron and the maid--
Has a hero died--is a nation's pride in that cold coffin laid?
... - 2. Oh! The Marriage
Air--The Swaggering Jig.
I.
... - 3. Blind Mary
Air--Blind Mary.
I.
... - 4. The Sack Of Baltimore.[1]
I.
The summer sun is falling soft on Carbery's hundred isles--
The summer sun is gleaming still through Gabriel's rough defiles--
... - 5. Tipperary.
I.
Let Britain boast her British hosts,
About them all right little care we;
... - 6. Lament For The Death Of Eoghan Ruadh O'neill.[1]
I.
"Did they dare, did they dare, to slay Eoghan Ruadh O'Neill?"
"Yes, they slew with poison him they feared to meet with steel."
... - 7. The Surprise Of Cremona.
From Milan to Cremona Duke Villeroy rode,
And soft are the beds in his princely abode;
In billet and barrack the garrison sleep,
And loose is the watch which the sentinels keep:
... - 8. Love And War.
I.
How soft is the moon on Glengariff,
The rocks seem to melt with the light:
... - 9. The Sack Of Baltimore
The summer sun is falling soft on Carbery's hundred isles,
The summer sun is gleaming still through Gabriel's rough defiles;
Old Innisherkin's crumbled fane looks like a moulting bird,
And in a calm and sleepy swell the ocean tide is heard:
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