Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V. 1876–79. | | | | Feal, the River | | Desmond’s Song | | Thomas Moore (1779–1852) |
| | | BY the Feal’s wave benighted, | |
| Not a star in the skies, | |
| To thy door by Love lighted, | |
| I first saw those eyes. | |
| Some voice whispered o’er me, | 5 |
| As the threshold I crost, | |
| There was ruin before me; | |
| If I loved, I was lost. | |
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| Love came, and brought sorrow | |
| Too soon in his train; | 10 |
| Yet so sweet that to-morrow | |
| ’T were welcome again. | |
| Though misery’s full measure | |
| My portion should be, | |
| I would drain it with pleasure, | 15 |
| If poured out by thee. | |
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| You who call it dishonor | |
| To bow to this flame, | |
| If you ’ve eyes, look but on her, | |
| And blush while you blame. | 20 |
| Hath the pearl less whiteness | |
| Because of its birth? | |
| Hath the violet less brightness | |
| For growing near earth? | |
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| No,—man for his glory | 25 |
| To ancestry flies; | |
| But woman’s bright story | |
| Is told in her eyes. | |
| While the monarch but traces | |
| Through mortals his line, | 30 |
| Beauty, born of the Graces, | |
| Ranks next to divine! | | | | |
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