...within it that we know not of, till the brooding wing of love awakes it. And what a waking ! — ll Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, When passion first waked a new life thro' his frame ; And his soul, like the wood, that grows precious in burning, Gave out all its sweets...

...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known; Each wave, that we danced on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, 'on the bleak shore alone....not welcome that moment's returning, When passion lirst waked a new life through his frame, And his soul — like the wood that grows precious in burning...

...such is the fate of our life's early promise, Each wave, that we danc'd on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er...welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life thro' his frame, And his soul, like the wood, that grows precious in burning. Gave...

...reader, not hit." These fine stanzas from "An Irish Melody" embody Moore's philosophical creed : — " Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close...Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning, To no poet of this era can we more justly apply Gray's description of the poetical character — "...

...words. So, too, " I saw from the beach " has one verse which is very happy in its expression : — " Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of morning,...clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light." Now that I repeat it, it does not seem very charming after all, but with the music it certainly is,...

...passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; Each wave, that we danc'd on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. Ne'er...welcome that moment's returning, When passion first wak'da new life through his frame, And his soul, like the wood, that grows precious in burning, Gave...

...he sang, or rather recited, the third stanza, which was rendered with special emphasis, viz. : — Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close...clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light. At that moment, although little anticipated, the close of his day was but too near at hand, for this...

...looking back on his experiences in Trinity College when he sang in those most melodious verses — Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close...clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light. (Applause.) There are other reasons, setting aside these, which you may call sentimental, why Irishmen...

...looking back on his experiences in Trinity College when he sang in those most melodious verses — Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close...back, give me back, the wild freshness of morning, Her elouds and her tears are worth evening's best light. (Applause.) There are other reasons, setting aside...

...alone. 1 " The Sun-burst " was the fanciful name given by the ancient Irish to the Royal Banner. I96 197 Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close...moment's returning, When passion first waked a new life thro' his frame, And his soul, like the wood, that grows precious in burning, Gave out all its sweets...