The Harp of Erin Containing the Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Dermody. In Two Volumes |
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EDWARD AND ELLEN.
A TALE.
Loudly roar'd the din of battle,
Fiercely raged the rushing foe,
And glory flag'd her bloody pinion,
O'er many a dauntless heart laid low;
Fiercely raged the rushing foe,
And glory flag'd her bloody pinion,
O'er many a dauntless heart laid low;
When Edward, sought the thickest danger,
Rash by love, long-injured, made;
Love, that wrought him years of anguish,
Love, that wing'd his desp'rate blade.
Rash by love, long-injured, made;
Love, that wrought him years of anguish,
Love, that wing'd his desp'rate blade.
Now, with a fair youth encounter'd,
All in soldier's garment drest,
Deep he plunged his sword ill-fated,
Deep and dreadful in his breast!
All in soldier's garment drest,
Deep he plunged his sword ill-fated,
Deep and dreadful in his breast!
Slow his languid eyes he lifted,
Parting life's last sad farewell,
And, mid sobs of death, faint calling
“Edward, Edward,” reel'd and fell.
Parting life's last sad farewell,
And, mid sobs of death, faint calling
“Edward, Edward,” reel'd and fell.
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“Here I fled a parent's rigor,
Constant here my love to find;
Cold and cheerless is our meeting,
Fate forbid, and I'm resign'd.—
Constant here my love to find;
Cold and cheerless is our meeting,
Fate forbid, and I'm resign'd.—
“Yet think, oh! think, upon thy Ellen,
Nor one tender kiss deny,
Since it was thy hand that wounded,
Thy fond hand, content I die.”
Nor one tender kiss deny,
Since it was thy hand that wounded,
Thy fond hand, content I die.”
Ghastly pale, he stood all-trembling;
Then sinking by his Ellen's side,
“Thus, dear angel, thus I follow!”
Edward murmur'd, groan'd, and dy'd.
Then sinking by his Ellen's side,
“Thus, dear angel, thus I follow!”
Edward murmur'd, groan'd, and dy'd.
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