REMAINS OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD (1824)

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By the Bannow’s meandering stream,

By the green banks of Shannon I’ve stray’d;

I’ve bless’d the soft glance, as it came,

Of many a beautiful maid.

My heart throbb’d a moment, I own,5

The transport was o’er in a day;

But where’s all my fortitude flown

By Norah ’tis melted away.

I ascended the mountain with glee;

’Midst the flowers of the valley could rove;10

All Ireland was charming to me,

Till I knew the sweet thraldom of love.

Yet what can such feelings impart,

Or what for such raptures can pay?

Love conquers the pride of my heart,15

By Norah ’tis melted away.