Samuel Lover Poems

Part I

A dew-drop, once,
In a summer's night,
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Oh, Moina, I've a tale to tell
Will glad thy soul, my girl;
The King hath giv'n a chain of gold
To our noble-hearted Earl.
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They say there's a secret charm which lies
In some wild flow'rets bell,
That grows in a vale where the west wind sighs,
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Father Roach was a good Irish priest,
Who stood in his stocking-feet, six feet, at least.
I don't mean to say he'd six feet in his stockings;
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Dark is the evening and silent the hour;
Who is the minstrel by yonder lone tow'r
His harp all so tenderly touching with skill?
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A Fable From Æsop - Versified and De-Versified:

Cupid, one day, was surprised in a shower of rain,
(He's a delicate fellow);
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At Glendalough lived a young saint,
In odor of sanctity dwelling,
An old-fashion'd odor, which now
We seldom or never are smelling;
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Oh! watch you well by daylight,
By daylight may you fear,
But take no watch in darkness-
The angels then are near;
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'True love can ne'er forget;
Fondly as when we met,
Dearest, I love thee yet,
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The night was cold and dreary-no star was in the sky,
When, travel-tired and weary, the harper raised his cry.
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