Might have pour'd the full tide of the patriot's heart!

But, alas! for his country! her pride is gone by, And that spirit is broken which never would bend:

O'er the ruin her children in secret must sigh,

For 'tis treason to love her, and death to defend!

Unprized are her sons, till they've learn'd to betray; Undistinguish'd they live, if they shame not

their sires:

And the torch that would light them through dignity's way,

Must be caught from the pile where their courtry expires!

Then blame not the bard, if in Pleasure's soft dream,

He should try to forget what he never can heal': Oh! give but a hope—let a vista but gleam

use of which weapon, the Irish were once very expert. This derivation is certainly more creditable to us than the following:-« So that Ireland, called the land of Ire, (for the constant broils therein for 400 years) was now become the land of Concord.»-Lloyd's State Worthies, Art. The Lord Grandison.

Through the gloom of his country, and mark

how he'll feel!

That instant his heart at her shrine would lay down

Ev'ry passion it nursed, ev'ry bliss it adored; While the myrtle, now idly entwined with his


Like the wreath of Harmodius should cover his sword.'

But, though glory be gone, and though hope fade away,

Thy name, loved Erin! shall live in his songs; Not ev'n in the hour when his heart is most gay Will he lose the remembrance of thee and thy


The stranger shall hear thy lament on his plains; The sigh of thy harp shall be sent o'er the deep, Till thy masters, themselves, as they rivet thy chains,

Shall pause at the song of their captive and weep!

See the hymn attributed to Alcæus, Ergo xad ro fıços çeçnow. — I will carry my sword, hidden in my tles, like Harmodius and Aristogiton,» etc.



WHILE gazing on the Moon's light,
A moment from her smile, I turn'd,
To look at orbs, that, more bright,
In lone and distant glory burnid :
But too far

Each proud star

For me to feel its warning flume;
Much more doar

That mild sphere,

Which near our planet smiling came ;'

Thus, Mary dear! be throa

my own

While brighter eyes unheeded play, I'll love those moonlight looks alone, Which bless my home, and guide my way!

í « Of such celestial bodies as are visible, the sun excepted, the single moon, as despicable as it is in comparison to most of the others, is much more bencficial than they all put together.»-Whiston's Theory;cte.

In the Entretiens d'Ariste, among other ingenious embleins, we find a starry sky without a moon, with the words Non mille quod absens.

The day had sunk in dim showers,

But midnight now, with lustre meek,
Illumined all the pale flowers,

Like hope, that light's a mourner' scheck.
I said (while

The moon's smile

Play'd o'er a stream, in dimpling bliss) « The moon locks

» On many brooks;

» The brook can see no moon but this 2: »
And thus, I thought, our fortunes run,
For many a lover looks on thee;
While, oh! I feel there is but one,
One Mary in the world for me!

This image was suggested by the following thougth, which occurs somew here in Sir Williams Jones's works << The moon looks upon many night-flowers; the night> flower sees but one moon. »



AIR-Kitty of Coleraine 1; or, Paddy's Resource.

WHEN daylight was yet sleeping under the billow,
And stars in the heavens still lingering shone,
Young Kitty, all blushing, rose up from her pillow,
The last time she e'er was to press it alone;
For the youth whom she treasured her heart and
her soul in,

Had promised to link the last tie before noon; And, when once the young heart of a maiden is


The maiden herself will steal after it soon!

1 Having some reason to suspect that Kitty f Coleraine is but a modern English imitation of our style, I have thought it right to give an authentic Irish air to the same words, without, however, omitting the former inclody, for which the words were originally written, and o which, Ibelieve, they are best adapted.

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