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The Girl of Dunbwy
Author: Thomas Osborne Davis
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T. W. RollestonElectronic edition compiled by Beatrix Färber
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Extent of text: 770 words
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Sources
Source- First published in the Nation(?).
Other writings by Thomas Davis- Thomas Davis, Essays Literary and Historical, ed. by D. J. O'Donoghue, Dundalk 1914.
- Sir Charles Gavan Duffy (ed.), Thomas Davis, the memoirs of an Irish patriot, 1840-1846. 1890. [Reprinted entitled 'Thomas Davis' with an introduction of Brendan Clifford. Millstreet, Aubane Historical Society, 2000.]
- Thomas Davis: selections from his prose and poetry. [Edited] with an introduction by T. W. Rolleston. London and Leipzig: T. Fisher Unwin (Every Irishman's Library). 1910. [Published in Dublin by the Talbot press, 1914.]
- Thomas Osborne Davis, Literary and historical essays 1846. Reprinted 1998, Washington, DC: Woodstock Books.
- Essays of Thomas Davis. New York, Lemma Pub. Corp. 1974, 1914 [Reprint of the 1914 ed. published by W. Tempest, Dundalk, Ireland, under the title 'Essays literary and historical'.]
- Thomas Davis: essays and poems, with a centenary memoir, 1845-1945. Dublin, M.H. Gill and Son, 1945. [Foreword by an Taoiseach, Éamon de Valera.]
- Angela Clifford, Godless colleges and mixed education in Ireland: extracts from speeches and writings of Thomas Wyse, Daniel O'Connell, Thomas Davis, Charles Gavan Duffy, Frank Hugh O'Donnell and others. Belfast: Athol, 1992.
Thomas Osborne Davis The Girl of Dunbwy in , Ed. T. W. Rolleston Thomas Davis: Selections from his prose and poetry. The Talbot Press, Dublin and London, ([1910]) page 360
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Created: by Thomas Davis
(1840s)
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Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E850004-026
The Girl of Dunbwy: Author: Thomas Osborne Davis
p.360
- 'Tis pretty to see the girl of Dunbwy
Stepping the mountain statelily
Though ragged her gown, and naked her feet,
No lady in Ireland to match her is meet.
- Poor is her diet, and hardly she lies
Yet a monarch might kneel for a glance of her eyes.
The child of a peasantyet England's proud Queen
Has less rank in her heart, and less grace in her mien.
- Her brow 'neath her raven hair gleams, just as if
A breaker spread white 'neath a shadowy cliff
And love, and devotion, and energy speak
From her beauty-proud eye, and her passion-pale cheek.
- But, pale as her cheek is, there's fruit on her lip,
And her teeth flash as white as the crescent moon's tip,
And her form and her step like the red-deer's go past
As lightsome, as lovely, as haughty, as fast.
- I saw her but once, and I looked in her eye,
And she knew that I worshipped in passing her by;
The saint of the waysideshe granted my prayer,
Though we spoke not a word, for her mother was there.
- I never can think upon Bantry's bright hills,
But her image starts up, and my longing eye fills;
And I whisper her softly, "Again, love, we'll meet!
And I'll lie in your bosom, and live at your feet."