On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!
Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.
Without the smile from partial beauty won, O what were man? - a world without a sun.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
Follow AzQuotes on Facebook, Twitter and Google+. Every day we present the best quotes! Improve yourself, find your inspiration, share with friends
or simply: