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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOLLY ASTHORE, by GEORGE OGLE First Line: As down by banna's banks I strayed, one evening in may Last Line: Ah, gramachree, ma colleen oge, me molly asthore! Variant Title(s): Maillign Mo Stoir Subject(s): Nair, Plains Of (lake), Ireland | |||
As down by Banna's banks I strayed, one evening in May, The little birds with blithest notes made vocal every spray; They sung their little notes of love, they sung them o'er and o'er: Ah, gramachree, ma colleen oge, ma Molly Asthore! The daisies pied and all the sweets the dawn of Nature yields, The primrose pale, the violet blue, lay scattered o'er the fields: Such fragrance in the bosom lies of her whom I adore, Ah, gramachree, ma colleen oge, ma Molly Asthore! I laid me down upon the bank bewailing my sad fate, That doomed me thus the slave of Love and cruel Molly's hate. How can she break the honest heart that wears her in its core? Ah, gramachree, ma colleen oge, ma Molly Asthore! You said you loved me, Molly dear; ah, why did I believe? Yet who could think such tender words were meant but to deceive. That love was all I asked on earth--nay, heaven could give no more. Ah, gramachree, ma colleen oge, ma Molly Asthore! Oh, had I all the flocks that graze on yonder yellow hill, Or lowed for me the numerous herds that yon green pastures fill; With her I'd gladly share my kine, with her my fleecy store, Ah, gramachree, ma colleen oge, ma Molly Asthore! Two turtle doves above my head sat courting on a bough, I envied them their happiness to see them bill and coo: Such fondness once for me she showed, but now, alas, 'tis o'er! Ah, gramachree, ma colleen oge, ma Molly Asthore! Then fare thee well, my Molly dear! thy loss I e'er shall moan, While life remains in Strephon's heart it beats for thee alone; Though thou art false may heaven on thee its choicest blessings pour, Ah, gramachree, ma colleen oge, me Molly Asthore! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOLLY ASTHORE by SAMUEL FERGUSON AQUATINT FRAMED IN GOLD by AMY LOWELL TO MY FIRST LOVE, MY MOTHER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND THE MAIDS OF ELFIN-MERE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SONNET FROM JAPAN: 2. THE SHRINE OF THE PILGRIM SANDALS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER PSALM 16. CONSERVA ME by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AT THE LAST by RICHARD DODDRIDGE BLACKMORE |
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