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Article THURLOGH, THE MILESIAN. ← Page 8 of 17 →
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Thurlogh, The Milesian.
may . What , then , if instead of the required poem I should substitute au impromptu specimen , "—and accordingly he chanted out the following to the tune of that pathetic air embodied recently in language commencing with « The harp that once , " & c .
" In pensive mood by moonlight shade , 1 muse on days gone by , I muse on HIM who moonlight made . Nor ask the reason why ? 1 soar aloft in wondering train , Thro' fancy ' s varied dome . And still my thoughts return again From where they started—home .
" Sweet lovely name of magie sound IVhat charm canst thou impart ? What pleasing views for e ' er abound Still dear to every heart ! Yet still from thee I soon must steer To distant , foreign shore : Relinquish those I hold most dear , And think of home—no more . "
" Well Thurlogh , " resumed the father , as soon as his son had concluded , " although these are not the verses to which I had alluded , however , for the purpose , they will answer as well , as I suppose you intend thereby intimating what you know I have been anxious to be made acquainted with—the cause of your despondency . " » Just so , father , and if any thing in the composition , which you must
not criticise as being extempore , should require explanation , it is , I fancy , that part , which says ' 1 muse on days gone by . ' In those retrospections , then , I did not advert to any thing connected with my own experience ; uniformly happy and a stranger to distress , my thoughts ran , at first , upon the forlorn condition of this unfortunate country of ours , contrasting its present depression with its former elevation ; and the transition thence
led me to some of those heroic names which then flourished upon its stage , —the memory of whom , remote though they be , and obscured rather than illustrated by the traducers of our history , entwines itself around my heartwhen a thousand tender and undefinable emotions , starting up together in all the mingled varieties of enthusiasm and sorrow , so overpowered my self-command as to require vent in the way you have witnessed . "
, ^ " And what was the tenour of your thoughts , as regards those ancient worthies of Ireland ' s better days ? Do you remember , Thurlogh ?" " Yes , most accurately , I was repining that I was not myself bom in the meridian epoch of their lustre , to witness the lig ht of their achievements , to imbibe the spirit of the soul-stirring heroism , and to contribute too , perhapsmy arm ' s meed to save their country and their descendants , from
, the subjection and thraldom to which they are both now degraded . " The father ' s soul , however , troubled by the entire occurrence , kindled within him with delig ht at this precocious burst of genuine patriotism . He recognised in it , he thought , the impress and emanation of his own character :
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Thurlogh, The Milesian.
may . What , then , if instead of the required poem I should substitute au impromptu specimen , "—and accordingly he chanted out the following to the tune of that pathetic air embodied recently in language commencing with « The harp that once , " & c .
" In pensive mood by moonlight shade , 1 muse on days gone by , I muse on HIM who moonlight made . Nor ask the reason why ? 1 soar aloft in wondering train , Thro' fancy ' s varied dome . And still my thoughts return again From where they started—home .
" Sweet lovely name of magie sound IVhat charm canst thou impart ? What pleasing views for e ' er abound Still dear to every heart ! Yet still from thee I soon must steer To distant , foreign shore : Relinquish those I hold most dear , And think of home—no more . "
" Well Thurlogh , " resumed the father , as soon as his son had concluded , " although these are not the verses to which I had alluded , however , for the purpose , they will answer as well , as I suppose you intend thereby intimating what you know I have been anxious to be made acquainted with—the cause of your despondency . " » Just so , father , and if any thing in the composition , which you must
not criticise as being extempore , should require explanation , it is , I fancy , that part , which says ' 1 muse on days gone by . ' In those retrospections , then , I did not advert to any thing connected with my own experience ; uniformly happy and a stranger to distress , my thoughts ran , at first , upon the forlorn condition of this unfortunate country of ours , contrasting its present depression with its former elevation ; and the transition thence
led me to some of those heroic names which then flourished upon its stage , —the memory of whom , remote though they be , and obscured rather than illustrated by the traducers of our history , entwines itself around my heartwhen a thousand tender and undefinable emotions , starting up together in all the mingled varieties of enthusiasm and sorrow , so overpowered my self-command as to require vent in the way you have witnessed . "
, ^ " And what was the tenour of your thoughts , as regards those ancient worthies of Ireland ' s better days ? Do you remember , Thurlogh ?" " Yes , most accurately , I was repining that I was not myself bom in the meridian epoch of their lustre , to witness the lig ht of their achievements , to imbibe the spirit of the soul-stirring heroism , and to contribute too , perhapsmy arm ' s meed to save their country and their descendants , from
, the subjection and thraldom to which they are both now degraded . " The father ' s soul , however , troubled by the entire occurrence , kindled within him with delig ht at this precocious burst of genuine patriotism . He recognised in it , he thought , the impress and emanation of his own character :