The Harp of Erin Containing the Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Dermody. In Two Volumes |
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The Harp of Erin | ||
AN ODE TO MYSELF.
Thrice hail, thou prince of jovial
fellows,
Tuning so blithe thy lyric bellows,
Of no one's brighter genius jealous;
Whose little span
Is spent 'twixt poetry and alehouse,
'Twixt quill and cann!
Tuning so blithe thy lyric bellows,
Of no one's brighter genius jealous;
Whose little span
Is spent 'twixt poetry and alehouse,
'Twixt quill and cann!
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Reckless howe'er the world may fadge,
Variety thy only badge:
Now courting Susan, Kate, or Madge,
Or black-ey'd Molly;
For living in one sullen lodge
Is downright folly.
Variety thy only badge:
Now courting Susan, Kate, or Madge,
Or black-ey'd Molly;
For living in one sullen lodge
Is downright folly.
Thy classics sleeping on the shelf,
Thou'rt muse and patron to thyself:
Aye frolic when profuse of pelf;
Grim as the gallows
When dunn'd by that obstreperous elf,
False-scoring Alice.
Thou'rt muse and patron to thyself:
Aye frolic when profuse of pelf;
Grim as the gallows
When dunn'd by that obstreperous elf,
False-scoring Alice.
Long may'st thou punch ambrosial swill,
Drinking no water from that hill
By temperate bards recorded still
In tasteless rhime;
For noble punch shall sweetly fill
The thought sublime.
Drinking no water from that hill
By temperate bards recorded still
In tasteless rhime;
For noble punch shall sweetly fill
The thought sublime.
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By many wrong'd, gay bloom of song,
Thou yet art innocent of wrong,
Virtue and truth to thee belong,
Virtue and truth;
Though Pleasure led thy step along,
And trapp'd thy youth.
Thou yet art innocent of wrong,
Virtue and truth to thee belong,
Virtue and truth;
Though Pleasure led thy step along,
And trapp'd thy youth.
With Baynham, social spring
of wit,
Thou hadst full many a merry fit;
And whether haply thou shalt sit
With clown or peer,
Never shall lingering honour quit
Thy heart sincere.
Thou hadst full many a merry fit;
And whether haply thou shalt sit
With clown or peer,
Never shall lingering honour quit
Thy heart sincere.
The Harp of Erin | ||