'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

Great Sultan, how wise are thy st… And oh, above all, I admire that… In which thou command’st, that all… Shall forthwith be strangled and c… 'Tis my fortune to know a lean Be…

Like the bright lamp, that shone i… And burn’d through long ages of da… Is the heart that sorrows have fro… Whose spirit outlives them, unfadi… Erin, oh Erin, thus bright throug…

They came from a land beyond the s… And now o’er the western main Set sail, in their good ships, gal… From the sunny land of Spain. “Oh, where’s the isle we’ve seen i…

Remember thee! yes, while there’s… It shall never forget thee, all lo… More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom… Than the rest of the world in thei… Wert thou all that I wish thee, g…

Come, rest in this bosom, my own s… Though the herd have fled from the… Here still is the smile, that no c… And a heart and a hand all thy own… Oh! what was love made for, if 'ti…

Said Cotton to Corn, t’other day, As they met and exchang’d salute— (Squire Corn in his carriage so g… Poor Cotton, half famish’d on foo… “Great Squire, if it isn’t uncivi…

Sublime was the warning that liber… And grand was the moment when Spa… Into life and revenge from the con… Oh, Liberty! let not this spirit… Till it move, like a breeze, o’er…

The dream of those days when first… Thy triumph hath stain’d the charm… And even the light which Hope onc… Alas, not a gleam to grace thy fre… Say, is it that slavery sunk so de…

By that Lake, whose gloomy shore Sky—lark never warbles o’er, Where the cliff hangs high and ste… Young Saint Kevin stole to sleep. “Here, at least,” he calmly said,

Dear Goddess of Corn, whom the an… (Among other odd whims of those co… Adorn’d with somniferous poppies,… Thou wert always a true Country—g… Behold in his best, shooting—jacke…

“How sweetly,” said the trembling… Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking upon that tranquil flood— “How sweetly does the moon—beam sm…

When he, who adores thee, has left… Of his fault and his sorrows behin… Oh! say wilt thou weep, when they… Of a life that for thee was resign… Yes, weep, and however my foes may…

A Donkey, whose talent for burden… So much that you’d swear he rejoic… One day had to jog under panniers… That —down the poor Donkey fell s… His owners and drivers stood round…