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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GLASHEN-GLORA, by ANONYMOUS First Line: Tis sweet in midnight solitude Last Line: That's breathed o'er glashen-glora! Subject(s): "glashen-glora (river), Ireland; | |||
'T IS sweet in midnight solitude, When the voice of man lies hushed, subdued, To hear thy mountain voice so rude, Break silence, Glashen-Glora! I love to see thy foaming stream Dashed sparkling in the bright moonbeam; For then of happier days I dream, Spent near thee, Glashen-Glora! I see the holly and the yew Still shading thee, as then they grew; But there's a form meets not my view, As once, near Glashen-Glora. Thou gayly, brightly, sparklest on, Wreathing thy dimples round each stone; But the bright eye that on thee shone Lies quenched, wild Glashen-Glora! Still rush thee on, thou brawling brook; Though on broad rivers I may look In other lands, thy lonesome nook, -- I'll think on Glashen-Glora! When I am low, laid in the grave, Thou still wilt sparkle, dash, and rave Seaward, till thou becom'st a wave Of ocean, Glashen-Glora! Thy course and mine alike have been Both restless, rocky, seldom green, -- There rolls for me, beyond this scene, An ocean, Glashen-Glora! And when my span of life's gone by, O, if past spirits back can fly, I'll often ride the night-wind's sigh, That's breathed o'er Glashen-Glora! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SITTING BULL IN SERBIA by WILLIAM JAY SMITH TO THE EXCELLENT ORINDA by PHILO PHILIPPA EPIGRAM OCCASIONED BY CIBBER'S VERSES IN PRAISE OF NASH: 1 by ALEXANDER POPE THE GIFT OF THE GODS by JOHN GODFREY SAXE TO CHRISTOPHER NORTH by ALFRED TENNYSON BEAU NASH by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER BEAU NASH AND THE ROMAN, OR THE TWO ERAS by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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