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Poems of the late George Darley

A memorial volume printed for private circulation
Darley, George (1795-1846)
  
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LENIMINA LABORUM.
 I. 
I. TO RHODANTHE.
 II. 
II. THE TEMPTRESS OF THE PROMONTORY.
 III. 
III. HEROA.
 IV. 
IV. PRAYER AT BURIAL.
 V. 
V. TO MIE TIRANTE.
 VI. 
VI.
 VII. 
VII. TO MY LYRE.
 VIII. 
VIII. THE LAMENT.
 IX. 
IX. Occasioned by a “Lady” weeping as she copied some Verses by the Author.
 X. 
X. Written in a Leafless Bower at Hon. Mrs. Westenra's, December, 1826.
 XI. 
XI. HYMN TO THE SUN.
 XII. 
XII. MEMENTO MORI:
 XIII. 
XIII. TO GLORIANA.
 XIV. 
XIV. THE FAIR WARNING.
 XV. 
XV. “MONET ANNUS.”
 XVI. 
XVI. To a Lady who would Sing only in the Evening.
 XVII. 
XVII. SOLILOQUY AMONG THE TOMBS.
  
EPIGRAM.
 XVIII. 
XVIII. THE CROSS-EXAMINATION.
 XIX. 
XIX. IN AN ALBUM: VIX VOCANTE POESIA.
 XX. 
XX. A POETICAL PROBLEM.
  
Answer to the above.
 XXI. 
XXI. THE TEMPTRESS OF THE BOWER.
 XXII. 
XXII. ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG GIRL.
 XXIII. 
XXIII. TO HEROA.
 XXIV. 
XXIV.
 XXV. 
XXV.
 XXVI. 
XXVI. THE COY MAIDEN.
 XXVII. 
XXVII. THE FREE-BOOTER.
 XXVIII. 
XXVIII. TO MY DEAD MISTRESS.
  
MY OWN EPITAPH.
 XXIX. 
XXIX. IN AN ALBUM.
 XXX. 
XXX. ON THE DEATH OF TALMA.
 XXXI. 
XXXI. SYREN CHORUS IN THE “SEA-BRIDE.” (MS.)
 XXXII. 
XXXII. IN AN ALBUM.
 XXXIII. 
XXXIII. CUPID SLEEPING.
 XXXIV. 
XXXIV.
 XXXV. 
XXXV. DEPARTING MUSIC.
 XXXVI. 
XXXVI.
 XXXVII. 
XXXVII. THE LOST ONE.
 XXXVIII. 
XXXVIII. MAID MARIAN'S SONG.
 XXXIX. 
XXXIX. HYMN TO THE OCEAN.
  
EPIGRAM.
 XL. 
XL. LOVE'S LIKENESS.
 XLI. 
XLI. WINTER.
 XLII. 
XLII. ON A YOUNG TREE
 XLIII. 
XLIII. ON A FOUNTAIN.
 XLIV. 
XLIV. ON A CHILD:
 XLV. 
XLV. From the “Sea-Bride.” (MS.)
 XLVI. 
XLVI. THE ROMAN COTTAGER.
 XLVII. 
XLVII. TO ROSELLA.
 XLVIII. 
XLVIII. IN AN ALBUM.
 XLIX. 
XLIX.
 L. 
L.
 LI. 
LI. SONG OF THE SUMMER-WINDS.
 LII. 
LII. THE FIGHT OF THE FORLORN.
  
LAY OF THE FORLORN.
 LIII. 
LIII. DIRGE.
 LIV. 
LIV. TO A CYPRESS TREE.
 LV. 
LV.
 LVI. 
LVI. THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE THORN.
 LVII. 
LVII. THE TEMPTRESS OF THE CAVE.
 LVIII. 
LVIII. LAMENT FOR LOVE.
 LIX. 
LIX.
  
EPIGRAM.
 LX. 
LX. ZEPHYR AMONG THE FLOWERS.
 LXI. 
LXI. WEEP NOT, MY BRIDE!
  
EPIGRAM
 LXII. 
LXII. ON THE PICTURE OF A GIRL.
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POEMS. Chiefly from “Labours of Idleness” and “Errors of Ecstasie.”
  
THE DOVE'S LONELINESS.
  
ROBIN'S CROSS.
  
[We Dryad Sisters exiled be]
  
[O'er golden sands my waters flow]
  
SONNET.
  
[In my bower so bright]
  
SONNET.
  
SONNET.
  
SONNET.
  
THE WILD BEE'S TALE.
  
AILEEN ASTORE;
  
ELLINORE.
  
SONG.
  
THE FALLEN STAR.
  
THE NIGHTINGALE'S SONG.
  
A RYGHTE PYTHIE SONGE.
  
TO HELENE—ON A GIFTE-RING CARELESSLIE LOST.
  
THE REBELLION OF THE WATERS.
  
TO A STREAM.

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LAY OF THE FORLORN.

Farewell to Sliev Morna,
The hills of the winds!
Where the hunters of Ullin,
Pursue the brown hinds!
Farewell to Loch Ern where the wild eagles dwell!
Farewell to Shan-avon, Shan-avon, farewell!
Farewell to bright tresses,
Farewell to bright eyes,
To the snow-covered bosoms
That heave with their sighs!
Long, long for their heroes in vain may they swell,
Farewell to fair maidens, fair maidens farewell!
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Farewell to our castles,
Our oak-blazing halls,
Where the red fox is prowling
Alone in the walls!
Farewell to the joys of the harp and the shell,
Farewell to Ierné, Ierné, farewell.
'Twas a wild and reckless measure,
Yet, the Minstrel's heart relenting,
Tho' he kept the tone of pleasure,
Still his mirth was like lamenting.
On they rushed to death, undaunted,
Tow'rds the van of Lochlin striding,
Where her dusky pennons flaunted,
Where her mountain ships were riding!
Furious was the fight, and deadly,
Whilst the sun in blood descended;
When next morn he rose as redly,
Scarce the cruel fight was ended.
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Long, Ierné's fate delaying,
Fell her sons in battle glorious!
Less subdued than tired of slaying,
Ev'n as victims still victorious.
There they sank, opprest by numbers,
There, where this brave fortune found him,
Every son of Eirin slumbers,
With, at least, five foes around him!
Knight, and Chief, and Bard, and Bonacht,
Died with young, with brave Hi-dallan,
Ullin's hope, and flower of Conacht,
All the pride of Innisfallan!
 

Sliev, properly sliabh, is the Gaelic for mountain. Sliev Morna are the Mountains of Mourne, in Downshire.

A Common Soldier.

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