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The Harp of Erin

Containing the Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Dermody. In Two Volumes

Dermody, Thomas (1775-1802)

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II.

BATTLE OF THE BARDS.

THE RETROSPECT.

THE POWERS OF PAINTING.

THE SOLDIER'S ABSENCE, AND RETURN.

THE POOR SCHOLAR.

ANSWER TO AN ANONYMOUS ADDRESS.

GENIUS PERSONIFIED.

EDWARD AND ELLEN.

THE BLIND BEGGAR'S ADDRESS TO HIS DOG.

A RHAPSODIC EPISTLE

THE VISION OF ST. PATRICK.

THE DAYS OF YORE.

TO COMIC ROMANCE.

ABBEY EFFUSIONS.

ON GARRICK'S TOMB AND INSCRIPTION.

VERSES, Addressed to the Children of my Friend.

PRINCE SERAPIN,

THE COFFEE-HOUSE.

ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF HENRY FLOOD, ESQ.

ON A DEAD NEGRO.

THE SAXON BANQUET.

THE WINTER'S NIGHT.

ORIGINAL ELEGY ON A COUNTRY ALEHOUSE.

HYMN TO SOLITUDE.

A MONODY ON CHATTERTON.

DEEDS OF DEATH.

THE BOWER OF WOODSTOCK.

EPISTLE FROM MAJOR ANDRE TO ELEONORA.

THE PROGRESS OF FANCY.

THE CAVE OF PATRONAGE.

EDMUND AND ELWINA.

THE PEASANT'S APPEAL.

AN IRREGULAR ODE TO THE MOON.

THE DEATH OF HOWARD.

POETICAL PHRENZY.

EPISTLE TO A YOUNG LADY,

A RHAPSODIC ADDRESS TO VARIETY.

THE THRUSH AND THE OWLS.

THE POET TO HIS SOUL.

ON THE SORROWS OF A DEPENDANT STATE.

THE LAMENTATION OF DAVID

ODE TO DESCRIPTION.

TO THE MEMORY OF SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS.

BALLAD, Imitated from the Spanish of Cervantes.

TO THE EVENING STAR.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE FRANCIS, EARL OF MOIRA, &c.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE JOHN HILY ADDINGTON.

WRITTEN IN A BURIAL PLACE.

ODE TO NECESSITY.

ON THE DEATH OF LORD HEATHFIELD.

THE GRAVE OF MORNO.

TO A POETICAL ENTHUSIAST.

THE PIPE OF TOBACCO.

AN HEROIC EPISTLE

DOCTOR FAUSTUS'S PANEGYRIC.

THE QUESTION AND REPLY.

AN ELEGY ON A PROVERB-MONGER.

AN ODE TO A GREAT MAN'S GREAT PORTER.

AN EPISTLE TO THE CONTROVERTISTS ON BOTH SIDES OF THE CATHOLIC COMBUSTION.

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TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE FRANCIS, EARL OF MOIRA, &c.

How many with'ring years of dull despair,
Have o'er my fated front relentless roll'd,
Since first, beneath a Moira's partial care,
My happier moments wav'd their wings of gold!
Ah me! and must I never more behold
The glorious orb of day in gladness rise?
No more salute, with rapture-beaming eyes,
The glimmering star that shuts the shepherd's fold?
No more! if led not by thy lenient hand,
To the lone hermitage of learned case,
Where pensive joy may tenderly expand
His blooms, sore-shatter'd by the blighting breeze;
And a new, mental Eden, by degrees,
Bud forth, best patron! at thy soft command!

To the munificence of this amiable and accomplished nobleman the author is indebted for more unaltered favour, than can be repaid by the trifling effusions of poetical fancy.