By the shore, a plot of ground Clips a ruined chapel round, Buttressed with a grassy mound; Where Day and Night and Day go by And bring no touch of human sound
Washing of the lonely seas, Shaking of the guardian trees, Piping of the salted br...
"O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown
Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town
And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty
" — "O didn't you know I'd been ruined
None will dwell in that cottage; for, they
Oppression reft it from an honest man,
And that a curse clings to it
Hence the