Poems By Edward Quillinan. With a Memoir by William Johnston |
“WHAT HAVE YOU SEEN IN WICKLOW?” |
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“WHAT HAVE YOU SEEN IN WICKLOW?”
All that the heart has ever charm'd or awed;Scenes for Salvator; landscapes fit for Claude;
Banditti's glens; monks' temples; hermits' cells;
Lone streams where nuns might bathe; and lovers' dells;
Tall hills whose swelling bosoms heave with woods;
And rocks with their rude children, the fresh floods,
Plunging and leaping from their parents' arms—
These have I seen—with all the added charms
Of tint and shade that Autumn could impart
To captivate the eye, and fix the heart.—
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