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CHARLOTTE BROOKE
(1740-1793)
PULSE OF MY HEART
Miss Brooke did much to rescue ancient Irish poetry from oblivion, although her classic style of language obscured the local colour and national distinctiveness of the original. This fragment is more literal than some of her work.
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S the sweet blackberry's modest bloom, Fair flowering, greets the sight, Or strawberries in their rich perfume Fragrance and bloom unite : So this fair plant of tender youth
In outward charms can vie, And from within the soul of truth, Soft beaming, fills her eye.
Pulse of my heart! dear source of care,
Stolen sighs, and loved-breathed vows! Sweeter than when through scented air
Gay bloom the apple boughs ! With thee no day can winter seem,
Nor frost nor blast can chill; Thou the soft breeze, the cheering beam,
That keeps it summer still. |
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