George Gordon Noel Byron ( 10 of 329 )
Kathleen Mavourneen, the gray dawn is breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill,
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Kathleen Mavourneen, the gray dawn is breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill,
The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking--
Kathleen Mavourneen, what, slumbering, still?
Oh hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?
Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part?
It may be for years and it may be forever;
Oh why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
Hark! to the hurried question of Despair
"Where is my child?"--An echo answers--
"Where?"
Hark! to the hurried question of Despair
"Where is my child?"--An echo answers--
"Where?"
When health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing,
And flies with every changing gale of spring.
When health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing,
And flies with every changing gale of spring.
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!
Brave men were living before Agamemnon.
Brave men were living before Agamemnon.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Yet still there whispers the small voice within,
Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din;
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Yet still there whispers the small voice within,
Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din;
Whatever creed be taught or land be trod,
Man's conscience is the oracle of God.
Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.
Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
A quiet conscience makes one so serene!
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
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A quiet conscience makes one so serene!
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
