A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

For man is the pupil, who, while her eye's rolling,

Is lifted to rapture, or sunk in despair.

VII.

Bloom, Theatre, bloom, in the roseate blushes

Of beauty illumed by a love-breathing smile!

And flourish, ye pillars,[21] as green as the rushes

That pillow the nymphs of the Emerald Isle!

VIII.

For dear is the Emerald Isle of the ocean,

Whose daughters are fair as the foam of the wave,