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TO THE CHILD OF CORINNA!
Oh, boy! may the wit of thy mother awaking
On thy dewy lip tremble, when years have gone by,
While the fire of Odoherty, fervidly breaking,
In glances and gleams, may illume thy young eye.
On thy dewy lip tremble, when years have gone by,
While the fire of Odoherty, fervidly breaking,
In glances and gleams, may illume thy young eye.
Oh! then such a fulness of power shall be seen
With the graces so blending, in union endearing,
That angels shall glide o'er the ocean green,
To catch a bright glimpse of the glory of Erin!
With the graces so blending, in union endearing,
That angels shall glide o'er the ocean green,
To catch a bright glimpse of the glory of Erin!
Oh! sure such a vision of beauty and might,
Commingling, in splendor, by him was exprest
The old Lydian sculptor, the delicate sprite,
That in Venus' soft girdle his Hercules drest.
Commingling, in splendor, by him was exprest
The old Lydian sculptor, the delicate sprite,
That in Venus' soft girdle his Hercules drest.
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