No. 3. AN ACROSTIC. Written (Impromptu) for a Friend on Valentine's Day. MILDLY beams that bright blue eye No. 4. LINES Written in "Childe Harold" after receiving it from a young lady to whom I had lent it. YES, I have wandered o'er those pages bright Or yet may wander till, with damp and age, For lovely as the scenes where Byron dwells, "Now brightly bold, or beautifully shy!" Yet, oh, there's one whose eyes have glanced on this, Whose fingers touched the characters I kiss, Whose name with each fond scene shall be entwined, Like Ianthe's name on Harold's page enshrined! No. 5. STANZAS On the Very Rev. J. L. leaving Wexford. I. THERE are thoughts can ne'er be breathed, Even to break forth in song; Far below the joyous waves, II. Thus we feel when ties are severed, III. Ah! but yet the recollections No. 6. LINES On visiting the sweetly romantic Valley of Brown's Castle. I. As some fair azure isle that seems So brightly vision-like that vale Which burst with all its beauty o'er me, And shines like childhood's fairy tale Of geni-palace still before me. II. Sweet valley, while we lingering gaze, That though we stand admiring there, III. How oft, bright vale, shall memory dwell No. 7. WRITTEN BY MOONLIGHT In Ardcolm Churchyard, at the Grave of a Friend. I. THE moon shines sweetly on thy grassy grave, thee, All here is silent save the midnight wave, And the low voice of him who ever loved thee. II. When youthful friendship her enchantments threw Around our hearts, and hope beamed bright before thee, I little thought the pearly midnight dew Would shine so soon on wild flowers blooming o'er thee. III. Thy gay, light heart, thy joyous laugh no more Will cheer the festive board where friends oft met thee, Thy brilliant smile, thy song of love is o'er, But who that knew thee once could e'er forget thee? |