His falchion flashed along the Nile;
  His hosts he led through Alpine snows;
O’er Moscow’s towers, that shook the while,
  His eagle flag unrolled,—and froze.

Here sleeps he now, alone;—not one
  Of all the kings whose crowns he gave,
Nor sire,...

Oh! why left I my hame?
  Why did I cross the deep?
Oh! why left I the land
  Where my forefathers sleep?
I sigh for Scotia’s shore,
  And I gaze across the sea,
But I canna get a blink
  O’ my ain countrie.

The palm-tree waveth...

There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,
  The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing
  To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.
But the day-star attracted his eye’s sad devotion,
For it rose o’...