Foresight
An “actors’ cemetery”! Sure
The devil never tires
Of planning places to procure
The sticks to feed his fires.
A Fair Division
Another Irish landlord gone to grass,
Slain by the bullets of the tenant class!
Pray, good agrarians, what wrong requires
Such foul redress? Between you and the squires
All Ireland’s parted with an even hand—
For you have all the ire, they all the land.