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BY THAT LAKE, WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE. *
AIR.-The Brown Irish Girl.
By that Lake, whose gloomy shore
Fearless she had track'd his feet
Her mild glances met it too. * This Ballad is founded upon one of the many stories related of St. Kevin, whose bed in the rock is to be seen at Glendalough, a most gloomy and romantic spot in the County of Wicklow.
+ There are many other curious traditions concerning this Lake, which may be found in Giraldus, Colgan, etc.
Ah! your saints have cruel hearts !
SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND.
AIR.-Open the Door.
And lovers are round her, sighing;
She sings the wild song of her dear native plains,
Every note which he loved awaking.-
They were all that to life had entwined him,-
Oh! make her a grave where the sun-beams rest,
When they promise a glorious morrow; They'll shine o'er her sleep like a smile from the West,
From her own loved Island of Sorrow!
NAY, TELL ME NOT.
One charm of feeling, one fond regret ;
Ne'er hath a beam
Been lost in the stream
The balm of thy sighs,
The light of thine eyes,
One blissful dream of the heart from me!
Had two blush-roses, of birth divine ;
Soon did the buds,
That drank of the floods
While those which the tide
Of ruby had dyed
One blissful dream of the heart from me;
The bowl but brightens my love for thee.
AVENGING AND BRIGHT,
On him who the brave sons of Usna betray'd !* The words of this song were suggested by the very an cient Irish story, called “Deirdri, or the lamentable fate of
he hath waken'd a tear in,
By the red cloud that hung over Conor's dark dwelling, *
When ULAD's three champions lay sleeping in goreBy the billows of war which, so often, high swelling,
Have wafted these heroes to victory's shore !
We swear to revenge them - no joy shall be tasted,
The harp shall be silent, the maiden unwed,
Till vengeance is wreak'd on the murderer's head!
Yes, monarch ! though sweet are our home recollections,
Though sweet are the tears that from tenderness fall; Though sweet are our friendships, our hopes, our affections,
Revenge on a tyrant is sweetest of all !
'“ This story
the sons of Usnach," which has been translated literally from the Gaelic, by Mr. O'FLANAGAN (see vol, 1. of Transactions of the Gaelic Society of Dublin), and upon which it appears that the “ Darthula” of Macpherson is founded. The treachery of Conor, King of Ulster, in putting to death the three sons of Uspa, was the cause of a desolating war against Ulster, which terminated in the destruction of Eman. (says Mr.OʻFLANAGAN) has been from time immemorial, held in high repute as one of the three tragic stories of the Írish, These are," "The death of the children of Touran ;' The death of the children of Lear" (both regarding Tuatha de Danans) ; and this, "The death of the children of Usnach,' which is a Milesian story."-It will be recollected, that in the Second Number of these Melodies, there is a ballad upon the story of the children of Lear or Lir; “ Silent, oh Moyle!" etc.
Whatever may be thought of those sanguine claims to an. tiquity, which Mr. O'FLANAGAN and others advance for the literature of Ireland, it would be a very lasting reproach upon our nationality, if the Gaelic researches of this gentleman did not meet with all the liberal encouragement they merit.
* « Oh Nasi! view the cloud that I here see in the sky! I see over Eman green a chilling cloud of blood-tinged red.”
Deirdris Song. + Ulster.
WHAT THE BEE IS TO THE FLOWERET.
When he looks for honey-dew
That, my love, I'll be to you !
Is to waves that wander near,
That he'll fly, when sweets are gone;
Faithless brooks will wander on !
If sunny banks will wear away,
Should sip and kiss them, while they may.
LOVE AND THE NOVICE.
" Where angels of light o'er our orisons bend; “ Where sighs of devotion and breathings of flowers " To Heaven in mingled odour ascend !
“ Do not disturb our calm, oh Love!
“So like is thy form to the cherubs above, “ It well might deceive such hearts as ours.
And Love is no novice in taking a hint;
“ Who would have thought,” the urchin cries,
“ That Love could so well, so gravely disguise “ His wandering wings and wounding eyes ?”