Roderick J. Flanagan

Biographical details

Portrait of Roderick J. Flanagan Roderick J. Flanagan,  Australian and Other Poems (1887)

“ Charmed by my touch the lyre inspires the soul;
My arrow's certain in its airy course;
But one more certain, and of deadlier force.
Has pierced with painful wound my hapless heart,
'Till now unmoved by Cupid's direful art.
The laws of physic owe to me their birth,
I'm called the healer through the extended earth;
In sweet and grateful herbs the charms that lie
To me alone 'tis given to descry.
Alas! that herbs to love no cure afford.
And arts that all do bless, bless not their lord.
”
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Portrait of Roderick J. Flanagan Roderick J. Flanagan,  Australian and Other Poems (1887)

“ This fiery youth, with hotter blood boiling in their veins, is accumulating fast around us. Whilst we of the old day live, we can and will restrain them ; but when the grave has closed upon those who have been nurtured in submission, and trained in the toils of patient entreaty and constitutional prayer — when we are removed — oh! may England, for her own sake, and for the sake of humanity, above all, turn off the evils which even a successful struggle must inflict upon Ireland — may she learn to be wise in time, and to be just while she may be so with dignity and pride. ”
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Portrait of Roderick J. Flanagan Roderick J. Flanagan,  Australian and Other Poems (1887)

“ And each art that we know be with simpleness fraught;
Yet still am I queen of the loveliest land,
Where sisters and brothers I truly may call;
Still fairest I'm deemed of the maids of my band;
And, oh! the bright concourse are bosom friends all.
They say that this land is a land full of bliss,
Where men never sigh, or maids never weep,
Where sorrow's as light as the evening wind's kiss,
And pleasure, like ocean, as boundless and deep.
”
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