School: Castleblayney (2) (roll number 10649)

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1. Local Poets (continued)

   

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   'Tis here at early dawn the lark
   Her sweetish notes doth sing
   As smiling Phoebus gently wipes
   The dewdrops from her wing
   A thousand songs from brake and bush
   In wild profusion reign
   That man's nice fingered music
   Doth emulate in vain

   
   O, happy he, who's lot is here,
   To motley crowd unknown
   For from the clamourous city life
   'tis here he lives his own
   Their gilded follies honoured rags,
   Fame, beauty, blood and birth
   Proud swelling veins, embroidered trains
   The fading blooms of earth.

   
   But calm contentment and pure thoughts
   Outlive both pomp and state
   And truth and love give happiness
   Unknown in mansion great
   Give me the rural cottage home
   Give me the flower gemmed lane
   In high-ways and in by-ways
   Round the lovly winding Fane

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Leanor Hughes

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Annyart, Co. Monaghan