HARDESS CREGAN TO EILY OCONNOR.
Sustain me, God! - for mine own sin
Has bound me with a fiery chain,
And - like a corrach drawn within
A vortex on the black ning main -
The while for fame, for life, for love,
I madly strain with desprate oar,
A spectre laughs the helm above,
And mocks my frenzied strokes to shore.
Yet down the wave there beams afar
The fire of thy dear altar, Hope!
And, while I view thy cheering star,
With hells dark powers I yet may cope.
Oh yes! though down the lurid wave
They try to drag my shrinking soul -
Though round remorse and vengeance rave.
And shames black tides in fury roll -
Be thine the smile, dear Eily, still
To light my path with gentle ray;
And not the banded powers of ill
Again shall lead my soul astray.
And when kind heaven shall cease to frown -
When this dire cloud of death is past -
Before thy feet Ill throw me down,
In tears of speechless rapture cast 
And thoughts that now in gloom must sleep.
From forth my burning soul shall flow,
As rills from frozen Winter leap
To hail the Summers golden glow.
HARDRESS CREGAN TO ANNE CHUTE
I dreamed last night that, pillowd on thy breast,
I heard thee sing a sad yet pleasing strain -
How pride once severed hearts that love possessed,
And how, at length, in tears they met again;
|And oer the maidens high and polished brow
The blush of conscious beauty went and came.
And on the youths had deeply graven now
Proud thoughts, and high their characters of
Upon thy breast my souls subsiding waves
Sank like the billows on a velvet shore -
My troubled spirit knew a moments rest,
And fondly deemed its earthly sorrows oer. 
But then I woke to weep. Oh I why, my love,
Didst thou so coldly rend our souls apart!
From thy sweet altar sternly why remove
The faithful worship of a fervent heart?
And canst thou find in all thy youthful pride,
Enthroned the queen of Beautys starry ring,
A joy like that when once we side by side
All the sweet eve would smile, and sigh, and sing?
Ah I once thine eyes were not so cold to me,
And when I trembled as I kissed thee then,
My happy sighs were echoed back by thee,
And thy lips trembled upon mine again.
Though sages paint thy sex to faithless be,
Alas! I mocked them in too trusting youth;
I came and knelt adoringly to thee.
Oh I bitter wisdom! now I know their truth.
But since my guiding stars - thy gentle eyes -
Withdrew their lustre from my darkend way.
Though many lovely orbs might oer me rise,
I trusted never their delusive ray.
Well I you forsook me without cause assigned
By you, or givn, the angels know, by me -
Henceforth the cold, calm, loveless joys of mind
Alone on earth my spirits stay shall me.
Go, and be happy in anothers arms;
Forget our loves - the first with both - and tell
Thy favrite, smiling, how thy fickle charms
Darkend my soul for ever. Fare thee well!