'TIS the last rose of Summer,
Left blooming alone;
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FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
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"A temple to Friendship," said Laura, enchanted, "I'll build in this garden,--the thought is divine!"
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Night closed around the conqueror's way,
And lightnings show'd the distant hill,
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My banks are all furnished with rags,
So thick, even Freddy can't thin 'em;
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Alone in crowds to wander on,
And feel that all the charm is gone
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I've oft been told by learned friars,
That wishing and the crime are one,
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How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all
The Peers of realm about cheapening their corn,
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Come with me, and we will blow
Lots of bubbles, as we go;
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And doth not a meeting like this make amends
For all the long years I've been wandering away --
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As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow
While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below,
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As slow our ship her foamy track
Against the wind was cleaving,
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As vanquish'd Erin wept beside
The Boyne's ill-fated river,
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At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
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Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin
On him who the brave sons of Usna betray'd! --
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By the hope within us springing,
Herald of to-morrow's strife;
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Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
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By that Lake, whose gloomy shore
Sky-lark never warbles o'er,
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Come o'er the sea,
Maiden with me,
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Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer,
Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here;
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Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief
To simpleton sages and reasoning fools;
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"What! still those two infernal questions,
That with our meals our slumbers mix --
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Said Cotton to Corn, t'other day,
As they met and exchang'd salute--
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Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee,
The cold chain of Silence had hung o'er thee long.
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By the Feal's wave benighted,
No star in the skies,
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Said a Sov'reign to a Note,
In the pocket of my coat,
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'Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dared to own before,
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Drink of this cup; -- you'll find there's a spell in
Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality;
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Drink to her who long
Hath waked the poet's sigh,
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How sweet the answer Echo makes
To music at night,
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