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The Girl of Dunbwy

Author: Thomas Osborne Davis

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T. W. Rolleston

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Extent of text: 770 words

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Sources

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  1. First published in the Nation(?).
    Other writings by Thomas Davis
  1. Thomas Davis, Essays Literary and Historical, ed. by D. J. O'Donoghue, Dundalk 1914.
  2. 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.]
  3. 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.]
  4. Thomas Osborne Davis, Literary and historical essays 1846. Reprinted 1998, Washington, DC: Woodstock Books.
  5. 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'.]
  6. 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.]
  7. 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

  1. '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.
  2. Poor is her diet, and hardly she lies—
    Yet a monarch might kneel for a glance of her eyes.
    The child of a peasant—yet England's proud Queen
    Has less rank in her heart, and less grace in her mien.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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 wayside—she granted my prayer,
    Though we spoke not a word, for her mother was there.
  6. 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."