ram 2. He scarce had spoken, ere away he pass'd Out of my sight as rapid as a bird, And left me there in much amazement cast, bebe Looking, perhaps, in some degree absurd; poter The noble river rolling calmly by, The horse, the hasty rider, all did seem, To Even to the vision of my outward eye, Like the thin shadowy figments of a dream; I felt, in short, as Wordsworth did, when he - Chanced the leech gatherer on the moor all by himself to see. Which leaveth him in ane awkward doldrum, after the inanner of W. Wordsworth, Esq. Shaketh it off, and marcheth homewards. 3. By the exertion of judicious thought, At last I from this mental trance awoke, mading Marvelling much how in that lonely spot, hai Upon my eyes so strange a vision broke; mbe From the green bank immediately I went, And into Limerick's ancient city sped ; During my walk, with puzzled wonderment I thought on what the rapid horseman said ; And, as is commonly the case, when I Feel any way oppress'd in thought, it made me very dry. Jook 4. Brok When I arrived in brick-built George's Street, forth my hand To where a bottle, stored with liquid sweet, Did all upon an oaken table stand; I gazed like Docter Brinkley on the sky, Of holy harpings of deep poesy; Turneth stargazer. ODE. 1. A very glorious day this is indeed ! This is indeed a very glorious day! On Irish ground his royal foot to lay. Of buoyant, foaming, overflowing glee ; come! 241 pousical. Howth is already at the water-side, Such is that loyal mountain's duteous haste; Come, I repeat, there's little time to waste; 3. And Tipperary, * Knocksheogowna's hill, Cork, the Galtees, studded with many a still, From Wexford, bloody Vinegart the sour! St Patrick made the snakes from Ireland scour,- 4. Move to your Sovereign merrily along; Has all embalmed'in his enchanting song; A very neat Address from either Buli,|| Shall flow around in currents deep and full, 5. Thinking the King should come to wait on her ; That not one step to visit him she'll stir. From mighty Neagh, ** the stone-begetting lake, Or Googaun-Barra,tt when the Lee doth take A word of ter Edmund * Which being interpreted, signifies, the hill of the fairy calf; there is many a sto about it. + Vinegar Hill, where a decisive battle was fought in 1798, with the rebels, w were totally defeated. Croagh-Patrick, in Mayo. (Mole hight that mountain gray Collin Clouet's come home again. || In Dublin Bay are two sand banks, called the North and South Bulls. Not from them is a village called Ring's-End, which gives occasion to the facete to say, d you enter Dublin between two bulls and a blunder. Something Homerice περί δε ρόος Ωκεανίο 'Αφρώ μορμύρων ρέεν.-Κ. Σ. ** Est aliud stagnum quod facit ligna dunrescere in lapides ; homines autem find ligna, et postquam formaverunt in eo usque ad caput anni, et in capite anni lapis in nitur, et vocatur Loch-Each, ac (Lough Neagh.) See Mirab. Hib. ++ i. e. The hermitage of St Finbar, who lived there as a recluse. He was f Bishop of Cork. It is a most beautiful and romantic lake, containing a pretty isla It is a great place of pilgrimage. Its lovely course, join in the general hum“Our monarch has arrived at last-King George the Fourth has come!” 6. O ye blest bogs,* true sons of Irish soil, Lealty of the bogs. How can I e'er your loyal zeal express? You have already risen, despising toil, And travell’d up, your Sovereign to address. Clara has led the way, immortal bog, i Now Kilmalady follows in his train; Allen himself must soon to join them jog From Geashil barony, with might and main, In turfy thunders, shouting as they roam, “Our Sovereign has arrived at last-King George the Fourth has come !" 7. PEx Ha! what's this woeful thumping that I hear? Ane caution Oh ! 'tis the Giant's Causeway moving on, Causeway not Heavily pacing, with a solemn cheer, On clumsy hoofs of basalt octagon. (Gigantic wanderer ! lighter be your tramp, Or you may press our luckless cities down: 'Twould be a pity, if a single stamp Smash'd bright Belfast-sweet linen-vending town.). to the Giant's to tread upon the learned weavers of Belfast. come!” Shewing how Cape Clear becometh ane Marcus Tul lius. 8. a} {{ "Last slopes in, sailing from the extremest south, Gallant Cape Clear, a most tempestuous isle ; She will harangue in oratoric style. + Ulster, and Connaught, Leinster, Münster, Meath, To hail the King, who, first of all his line, Was ever seen old Ireland's sky beneath. come !" L'ENVOY. 1. Mocke commendation on various folk. How living people joy, I shall not tell, Else I should make my song a mile in length; Chaunting their lays with pertinacious strength: Of sharks and lawyers--asses and Lord Mayors - * Every body has heard of the movements of the Irish bogs + The five ancient kingdoms of Ireland. Vol. X. 2. Have some compassion on your own liege Lord ! Were he to death by Dublin poets bored. And all the aldermen have hired a bard, And the newspapers have their pens prepared. Ankerstroem A WELCOME TO HIS MAJESTY KING GEORGE THE FOURTH, ON HIS ARRIVAL IN IRELAND, MDCCCXXI. 1 MY DEAR SIR, -As I lifted up my voice, and wept over the great national calamity which overspread my native land last year, (I need not say the death of Sir Daniel,) I think it right to rejoice now in the general joy of Ireland at the arrival of the King. I choose the same metre as that which I used in the Luctus, it being, as Beattie well observes of the Spenserian stanza, equally adapted to the grave and the gay. Of course, as before, I recommend it to be sung by my old friend Terry Magrath. The Director at the corner will be saying every where that it was he who wrote this song, or at least that he connived at it, but don't believe him, it being all excogitated by My dear sir, R. D. R. A WELCOME TO HIS MAJESTY. [Tune-Groves of Blarney.] Synoptical Analysis for the Benefit of Young Persons studying this Song. Stanza I. Welcome in general ; in the following verses the specific excellencies of Ire land are stated. Stanza II. 1. National meat and drink and valour. · Stan za III. 2. Na tional riot in a superior stlye. Stanza IV. 3. National music. Stanza V. 4. Nation: oratory. Stanza VI. 5. National gallantry. Stanzas VII. and VIII. National uproar ousness. All these offered for the diversion of the King. You're welcome over, my royal rover, Coming in clover to Irish ground, Lowland or Highland, up or down! Our towns and cities all so bright, Our greasy larders will glad your sight. 5. Which, when you hear, 'twill make you jump ; "Twould melt the heart of a cabbage stump. As fine as Doric or Attic Greek, Without a word left in his cheek. |