Glendalloch, and other poems, by the late dr. Drennan. With additional verses, by his sons [J.S. and W. Drennan. Ed. by W. Drennan.]. |
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Page 24 - By the groans that ascend from your forefathers' grave For their country thus left to the brute and the slave, Drive the demon of bigotry home to his den, And...
Page 62 - THE heaven of heavens cannot contain The universal Lord ; Yet he in humble hearts will deign To dwell, and be adored. • 2 Where'er ascends the sacrifice Of fervent praise and prayer, Or on the earth, or in the skies, The God of heaven is there. 3 His presence is diffused abroad Through realms, through worlds unknown ; Who seek the mercies of our God Are ever near his throne.
Page 47 - The widow'd mother with her child, Child new stirring in the womb ! Husband waiting for the tomb ! Angel of this sacred place, Calm her soul and whisper peace; Cord, or axe, or guillotin' Make the sentence — not the sin.
Page 24 - Arm of Erin, prove strong ; but be gentle as brave, And, uplifted to strike, still be ready to save : Nor one feeling of vengeance presume to defile The cause or the men of the Kmerald Isle.
Page 56 - And duty, in its soft, though strict embrace. Plain, precious, pure, as best becomes the wife ; Yet firm to bear the frequent rubs of life. Connubial love disdains a fragile toy, Which rust can tarnish, or a touch destroy ; Nor much admires what courts the gen'ral gaze, The dazzling diamond's meretricious blaze, That hides, with glare, the anguish of a heart By nature hard, tho
Page 56 - By nature hard, tho' polish'd bright by art. More to thy taste the ornament that shows Domestic bliss, and, without glaring, glows ; Whose gentle pressure serves to keep the mind To all correct, to one discreetly kind . Of simple elegance th...
Page 24 - Erin make men. Let my sons like the leaves of the shamrock unite, A partition of sects from one footstalk of right, Give each his full share of the earth and the sky, Nor fatten the slave where the serpent would die.
Page 27 - Passions spring up in a horrible dance! Then prone on the earth, they adore in the dust, A man's baser half, rais'd, in room of his bust. Such orgies the nights of the drunkard display, But how black with ennui, how benighted his day ! With drams it begins, and with drams...
Page 24 - ... invader more close to her breast. When with pale for the body and pale for the soul, Church and state joined in compact to conquer the whole; And as Shannon was stained with Milesian blood, Ey.'d each other askance and pronounced it was good. By the groans that ascend from your forefathers...
Page 23 - The em'rald of Europe, it sparkled and shone — In the ring of the world the most precious stone. In her sun, in her soil, in her station thrice blest, With her back towards Britain, her face to the West, Erin stands proudly insular on her steep shore, And strikes her high harp 'mid the ocean's deep roar. But when its soft tones seem to mourn and to weep, The dark chain of silence is thrown o'er the deep...
Bibliographic information
| Title | Glendalloch, and other poems, by the late dr. Drennan. With additional verses, by his sons [J.S. and W. Drennan. Ed. by W. Drennan.]. |
| Author | William Drennan (of Dublin) |
| Editor | William Drennan (of Dublin) |
| Edition | 2 |
| Published | 1859 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 27 Sep 2006 |
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