I.
It seems but yesterday, and yet
I was then but two years from school,
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Oisin, son of great Fingal,
Of Fenian race the last of all,
Longed to see his native land
With longing nothing could withstand.
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An art grows up from year to year:
The critic weighs the utmost gains,
The last result, the perfect sphere,
Not the steps, but what remains;
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Thy mother, Calliope, gave thee power
Over the heart of man, above the laws
Of savage nature: in the perilous hour
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Prayerless from the sacred well,
From Castaly and Hippocrene,
He drank, and on the verge of hell
Slept, and forgot where he had been,
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‘Mistress, here is Phemie Blayne
Selling mushrooms once again;
Annie Logie came before
You had passed your chamber door,
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LITTLE dear! we often say
To bright young eyes and dainty ears:
The two words oft together go,
Would I could know
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‘Go,’ said the Cardinal Bellay,
‘See how my doctor fares to-day.’
The page skipped off from house to house,
But entered like a noiseless mouse,
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Listless the silent ladies sit
About the room so gaily lit;
Madame Ions likes the cups or tray,
But thinks it scarce enough to say:
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