Take back the virgin page, White and unwritten still; Some hand, more calm and sage, The leaf must fill. Thoughts come, as pure as light

The Ghost of Miltiades came at ni… And he stood by the bed of the Be… And he said, in a voice, that thri… “If ever the sound of Marathon’s… Hath fir’d they blood or flush’d t…

By the hope within us springing, Herald of to—morrow’s strife; By that sun, whose light is bringi… Chains or freedom, death or life — Oh! remember life can be

Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest To thine ear is sweetest,

'Twas a new feeling —something mor… Than we had dar’d to own before, Which then we hid not; We saw it in each other’s eye, And wish’d in every broken sigh

Wreath the bowl With flowers of soul, The brightest Wit can find us, We’ll take a flight Towards heaven to—night,

As slow our ship her foamy track Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still look’d… To that dear isle 'twas leaving. So loath we part from all we love,

Drink to her who long Hath waked the poet’s sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy. Oh! woman’s heart was made

Sing —sing —Music was given To brighten the gay, and kindle th… Souls here, like planets in heaven… By harmony’s laws alone are kept m… Beauty may boast of her eyes and h…

Oh! breathe not his name, let it s… Where cold and unhonour’d his reli… Sad, silent, and dark, be the tear… As the night—dew that falls on the… But the night—dew that falls, thou…

Oh, banquet not in those shining b… Where Youth resorts, but come to… For mine’s a garden of faded flowe… More fit for sorrow, for age, and… And there we shall have our feast…

Let Erin remember the days of old… Ere her faithless sons betray’d he… When Malachi wore the collar of g… Which he won from her proud invade… When her kings, with standard of g…

Shall the Harp then be silent, wh… To our country a name, is withdraw… Shall a Minstrel of Erin stand mu… Where the first —where the last of… No —faint though the death—song ma…

Oh for the swords of former time! Oh for the men who bore them, When, arm’d for Right, they stood… And tyrants crouch’d before them: When free yet, ere courts began

As vanquish’d Erin wept beside The Boyne’s ill—fated river, She saw where Discord, in the tid… Had dropp’d his loaded quiver. “Lie hid,” she cried, “ye venom’d…