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The lay of an Irish harp

or metrical fragments. By Miss Owenson
(1783-1859)

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 I. 
FRAGMENT I. THE IRISH HARP.
 II. 
FRAGMENT II. LA ROSE FLETRIE.
 III. 
FRAGMENT III. TO MRS. LEFANUE.
 IV. 
FRAGMENT IV. VIVE LA PLATONIQUE!
 V. 
FRAGMENT V. THE DRAWING-ROOM.
 VI. 
FRAGMENT VI. THE DREAM.
 VII. 
FRAGMENT VII.
 VIII. 
FRAGMENT VIII. THE VIOLET.
 IX. 
FRAGMENT IX. TO MRS. C*N*LLE.
 X. 
FRAGMENT X. THE BOUDOIR.
 XI. 
FRAGMENT XI. THE SPANISH GUITAR.
 XII. 
FRAGMENT XII. SPLEEN.
 XIII. 
FRAGMENT XIII. FANCY.
 XIV. 
FRAGMENT XIV. TO MRS. BROWNE,
 XV. 
FRAGMENT XV. THE MUSICAL FLY.
 XVI. 
FRAGMENT XVI. TO SIGNOR ALPHONSO PILLIGRINNI, LL.D.
 XVII. 
FRAGMENT XVII. CONCETTE.
 XVIII. 
FRAGMENT XVIII. HOME.
 XIX. 
FRAGMENT XIX. L'AMANT MUTIN.
 XX. 
FRAGMENT XX. TO-MORROW.
 XXI. 
FRAGMENT XXI. THE SENSITIVE PLANT.
 XXII. 
FRAGMENT XXII. TWILIGHT.
 XXIV. 
FRAGMENT XXIV.
 XXV. 
FRAGMENT XXV. DAWN.
 XXVI. 
FRAGMENT XXVI. SLEEP.
 XXVII. 
FRAGMENT XXVII. THE NOSEGAY.
 XXVIII. 
FRAGMENT XXVIII. L'AMANTE FURIOSO.
 XXIX. 
FRAGMENT XXIX.
 XXX. 
FRAGMENT XXX. THE MINSTREL BOY.
 XXXI. 
FRAGMENT XXXI. TO LOUISA.
 XXXII. 
FRAGMENT XXXII. CANZONA.
 XXXIV. 
FRAGMENT XXXIV. APATHY.
 XXXV. 
FRAGMENT XXXV. THE IRISH JIG.
 XXXVI. 
FRAGMENT XXXVI. THE SWAN QUILL.
 XXXVII. 
FRAGMENT XXXVII. JOY.
 XXXVIII. 
FRAGMENT XXXVIII. THE OATH.
 XXXIX. 
FRAGMENT XXXIX. LOVE'S PICTURE.
 XLI. 
FRAGMENT XLI. HEALTH.
 XLII. 
FRAGMENT XLII. EFFUSION.
 XLIII. 
FRAGMENT XLIII. CUPID TIPSY.
 XLIV. 
FRAGMENT XLIV. THE BRIDE.
 XLV. 
FRAGMENT XLV. WHIM.
 XLVII. 
FRAGMENT XLVII. THE BUTTERFLY.
 XLVIII. 
FRAGMENT XLVIII. VENUS AND CUPID.

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FRAGMENT IX. TO MRS. C*N*LLE.

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Whilst over each lay thou didst flatt'ringly hang,
In triumph I cried, “'Tis all mine,”
Unconscious 'twas thou didst inspire as I sang,
And in fact that the lay was all thine.
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Then take it—but oh! still be present the while,
When another that lay shall respire;
For at least I have felt 'tis the spell of thy smile
That alone can the songstress inspire.
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