Gems: Selections from Literary Contributions to the PressSlawson & Pierrot, printers, 1879 - 131 sider |
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Side 34 - In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Side 91 - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one, like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Side 24 - Like a chaplet it circles our green island o'er — In the bawn of the chief, by the anchorite's cell, On the hill-top, or greenwood, by streamlet or well, With a spell on each leaf, which no mortal can learn, — Oh, there never was plant like the Irish hill Fern ! Oh, the Fern ! the Fern !— the Irish hill Fern !•— That shelters the weary, or wild roe, or kern.
Side 21 - OH never another dream can be Like that early dream of ours, When the fairy Hope lay down to sleep, Like a child, among the flowers. But Hope has waken'd since, and wept, Like a rainbow, itself away ; And the flowers have faded and fallen around We have none for a wreath to-day.
Side 74 - She is deceitful as the calm that precedes the hurricane, smooth as the water on the verge of the cataract, and beautiful as the rainbow, that smiling daughter of the storm, but, like the mirage in the desert, she tantalizes us with a delusion that distance creates, and that contiguity destroys. Yet, when unsought, she is often found, and when unexpected, often obtained; while those who seek...
Side 74 - Happiness, that grand mistress of the ceremonies in the dance of life, impels us through all its mazes and meanderings, but leads none of us by the same route.
Side 11 - Our friend is not wholly gone from us ; we see across the river of death, in the blue distance, the smoke of his cottage ; " hence the heart, always creating what it desires, has ever made the guardianship and ministration of departed spirits a favorite theme of poetic fiction. But is it, then, fiction ? Does revelation, which gives so many hopes which nature had not, give none here ? Is there no sober certainty...
Side 24 - H, the Fern ! the Fern !— the Irish hill Fern !— That girds our blue lakes from Lough Ine to Lough Erne, That waves on our crags like the plume of a king, And bends, like a nun, over clear well and spring ! The fairy's...
Side 69 - The air is full of farewells to the dying And mourning for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted!
Side 18 - I We live as pilgrims and strangers below, We're homeward bound ; Though often tempted, yet onward we go, We're homeward bound. Trials and crosses we cheerfully bear, Toils and temptations expecting to share, We hasten forward, content with the fare, We're homeward bound.