THE PILGRIM AT ROME
| Unto Rome wouldst
thou attain, Great the toil is, small the gain, If the King thou seekest therein Travel not, with thee, from Erin. |
ON A DEAD SCHOLAR
| Dead is
Lon Of Kilgarrow, O great sorrow! Dead and gone. Dire the dolour, Erin, here and past thy border, Dire the dolour and disorder, To the schools and to the scholar, Since our Lon Is dead and gone. |