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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Georgian Verse.  1909.
 
The Groves of Blarney
By Richard Alfred Millikin (1767–1815)
 
THE GROVES of Blarney
They look so charming,
Down by the purling
  Of sweet silent streams,
Being banked with posies,        5
That spontaneous grow there,
Planted in order
  By the sweet rock close.
’Tis there’s the daisy
And the sweet carnation,        10
The blooming pink,
  And the rose so fair;
The daffodowndilly—
Likewise the lily,
All flowers that scent        15
  The sweet fragrant air.
 
’Tis Lady Jeffers
That owns this station;
Like Alexander,
  Or Queen Helen fair;        20
There’s no commander
In all the nation,
For emulation,
  Can with her compare.
Such walls surround her,        25
That no nine-pounder
Could dare to plunder
  Her place of strength;
But Oliver Cromwell,
Her he did pommel,        30
And made a breach
  In her battlement.
 
There’s gravel walks there,
For speculation,
And conversation        35
  In sweet solitude.
’Tis there the lover
May hear the dove, or
The gentle plover
  In the afternoon;        40
And if a lady
Would be so engaging
As to walk alone in
  Those shady bowers,
’Tis there the courtier        45
He may transport her
Into some fort, or
  All under ground.
 
For ’tis there’s a cave where
No daylight enters,        50
But cats and badgers
  Are forever bred;
Being mossed by nature,
That makes it sweeter
Than a coach-and-six,        55
  Or a feather-bed.
’Tis there the lake is,
Well stored with perches,
And comely eels in
  The verdant mud;        60
Besides the leeches,
And groves of beeches,
Standing in order
  For to guard the flood.
 
There’s statues gracing        65
This noble place in—
All heathen gods
  And nymphs so fair;
Bold Neptune, Plutarch,
And Nicodemus,        70
All standing naked
  In the open air!
So now to finish
This brave narration,
Which my poor geni’        75
  Could not entwine;
But were I Homer,
Or Nebuchadnezzar,
’Tis in every feature
  I would make it shine.        80
 
 
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