"L=ove ~is | a hunt | -er boy,
Who makes | young hearts | his prey;
And in | his nets | of joy
Ensnares | them night | and day.
In vain | conceal'd | they lie,
Love tracks | them ev' | -ry where;
In vain | aloft | they fly,
Love shoots | them fly | -ing there.
But 'tis | his joy | most sweet,
At earl | -y dawn | to trace
The print | of Beau | -ty's feet,
And give | the trem | -bler chase.
And most | he loves | through snow
To track | those foot | -steps fair,
For then | the boy | doth know,
None track'd | before | him there."
MOORE'S Melodies and National Airs, p. 274.
Example II.—From "a Portuguese Air."
"Flow on, | thou shin | -ing river,
But ere | thou reach | the sea,
Seek El | -la's bower, | and give her
The wreaths | I fling | o'er thee.
But, if | in wand' | -ring thither,
Thou find | she mocks | my pray'r,
Then leave | those wreaths | to wither
Upon | the cold | bank there."
MOORE: Same Volume, p. 261.
Example III.—Resignation.
"O Res | -igna | -tion! yet | unsung,
Untouch'd | by for | -mer strains;
Though claim | -ing ev | -ery mu | -se's smile,
And ev | -ery po | -et's pains!
All oth | -er du | -ties cres | -cents are
Of vir | -tue faint | -ly bright;
The glo | -rious con | -summa | -tion, thou,
Which fills | her orb | with light!"
YOUNG: British Poets, Vol. viii, p. 377.