The lament of the Emerald Isle / By Charles Phillips, Esq.

  • Charles Phillips
Date:
1818
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Licence: Public Domain Mark

Credit: The lament of the Emerald Isle / By Charles Phillips, Esq. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    The cloud of our incense, arising in air, * But sullies the crown that encircles thy brow ! The sigh, as it bursts the full soul of despair. Only breaks the blest chorus that hallows thee now. Yet, still, if the spirit of glory can see. The lone exile it leaves in its pilgrimage here— There is one, in his wretchedness, sacred to thee, Nor unheard, is his sigh, nor unpitied, his tear. Poor Leopold—the orient day As brightly flames o’er Claremont’s height And its last, loveliest, farewell ray, On Esher casts a look of light— But Esher’s groves are sad at noon, Sweet Claremont’s bow’rs are silent now; And veiled in clouds u the inconstant moon” That smiled upon thy nuptial vow!—»