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HENRY GRATTAN CURRAN (i800-1876)
A LAMENT'
From the Irish of John O' Neachtan.
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ARK source of my anguish! deep wound of a land Whose young and defenseless the -loss will deplore; The munificent spirit, the liberal hand,
Still stretched the full bounty it prompted to pour.
The stone is laid o'er thee ! the fair glossy braid, The high brow, the light cheek with its roseate glow; The bright form, and the berry that dwelt and could fade On these lips, thou sage'giver, all, all are laid low.
Like a swan on the billows, she moved in her grace, Snow-white were her limbs, and with beauty replete,
And time on that pure brow had left no more trace Than if he had sped with her own fairy feet.
1 This poem is a lament for Mary D'Este, Queen of James II. She died at St. Germain, April 26, 1718. Her son, called James Francis Edward, was the Chevalier De St. George, so much beloved by the Irish. |
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