#The Lost Path #### Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition ### Background details and bibliographic information The Lost Path ============= Author: Thomas Osborne Davis ---------------------------- ### File Description T. W. RollestonElectronic edition compiled by Beatrix Färber Proof corrections by Beatrix Färber, Olan Daly 1. First draft, revised and corrected.Extent of text: 700 words#### Publication CELT: Corpus of Electronic Texts: a project of University College Cork College Road, Cork, Ireland—http://www.ucc.ie/celt (2012) Distributed by CELT online at University College, Cork, Ireland. Text ID Number: E850004-028Availability [RESTRICTED] Available with prior consent of the CELT programme for purposes of academic research and teaching only. #### Sources **Source**2. First published in the *Nation* on 30 March 1844. **Other writings by Thomas Davis**2. Thomas Davis, Essays Literary and Historical, ed. by D. J. O'Donoghue, Dundalk 1914. 3. 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.] 4. 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.] 5. Thomas Osborne Davis, Literary and historical essays 1846. Reprinted 1998, Washington, DC: Woodstock Books. 6. 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'.] 7. 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.] 8. 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 Lost Path in , Ed. T. W. Rolleston Thomas Davis: Selections from his prose and poetry. The Talbot Press, Dublin and London, ([1910]) page 359### Encoding #### Project Description CELT: Corpus of Electronic Texts #### Editorial Declaration ##### Correction Text has been proof-read twice and parsed. ##### Normalization The electronic text represents the edited text. ##### Quotation There is no direct speech. ##### Hyphenation Soft hyphens are silently removed. When a hyphenated word (and subsequent punctuation mark) crosses a page-break, this break is marked after the completion of the word (and punctuation mark). ##### Segmentation div0=the poem. Page-breaks are marked pb n="". ##### Standard Values Dates are standardized in the ISO form yyyy-mm-dd. ##### Interpretation Names of persons, places or organisations are not tagged. ### Profile Description Created: by Thomas Davis (1844) #### Use of language ##### Language: [EN] The text is in English. ### Revision History * (2012-05-08) Beatrix Färber (ed.) * Header created; file proofed (2), file parsed; SGML and HTML files created. * (2012-05-03) Olan Daly (ed.) * File proofed (1); basic structural markup applied. * (1996) Audrey Murphy (ed.) * Text captured by scanning. --- #### Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E850004-028 ### The Lost Path: Author: Thomas Osborne Davis --- p.359 Grádh mo chroidhe1. Sweet thoughts, bright dreams, my comfort be, All comfort else has flown; For every hope was false to me, And here I am, alone. What thoughts were mine in early youth! Like some old Irish song, Brimful of love, and life, and truth, My spirit gushed along. 2. I hoped to right my native isle, I hoped a soldier's fame, I hoped to rest in woman's smile And win a minstrel's name— Oh! little have I served my land, No laurels press my brow, I have no woman's heart or hand, Nor minstrel honours now. 3. But fancy has a magic power, It brings me wreath and crown, And woman's love, the self-same hour It smites oppression down. Sweet thoughts, bright dreams, my comfort be, I have no joy beside; Oh! throng around, and be to me Power, country, fame, and bride.