The Popular Poets and Poetry of Ireland: And Choice Selections in Prose from the Works of Famous Irish Writers and OratorsR. Nagle, 1887 - 720 sider |
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... blood within his veins Was warm , and young , and human . He told his nightly beads in vain , Sleep never came so slowly : And all that night young Kevin's brain Was filled with dreams unholy . The young man rose at dawning hour , To ...
... blood within his veins Was warm , and young , and human . He told his nightly beads in vain , Sleep never came so slowly : And all that night young Kevin's brain Was filled with dreams unholy . The young man rose at dawning hour , To ...
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... blood He rushes from the bower , And seeks the beechen solitude Beside the convent tower . There hooded maids and cowled men The dirge of death were singing , And sullen down the rocky glen The knell of death was ringing . He raised to ...
... blood He rushes from the bower , And seeks the beechen solitude Beside the convent tower . There hooded maids and cowled men The dirge of death were singing , And sullen down the rocky glen The knell of death was ringing . He raised to ...
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... yonder thicket flying , With blood upon his brow ? " Hidehide me , worthy stranger ! Though green my color be , And in the day of danger May Heaven remember thee ! " In yonder vale contending Alone against that crew , GERALD GRIFFIN . 11.
... yonder thicket flying , With blood upon his brow ? " Hidehide me , worthy stranger ! Though green my color be , And in the day of danger May Heaven remember thee ! " In yonder vale contending Alone against that crew , GERALD GRIFFIN . 11.
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... blood our domestic repose . Then share with the soldier your hearth and your home , And warm be your greeting whene'er he shall come ; Let love light a welcome in every breast , For a soldier - a soldier to - night is our guest . THE ...
... blood our domestic repose . Then share with the soldier your hearth and your home , And warm be your greeting whene'er he shall come ; Let love light a welcome in every breast , For a soldier - a soldier to - night is our guest . THE ...
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... blood - red hail'd the victor steel Of old Plantagenet . He talked of Erin's injured plains , Of England's galling yoke , And a subtle fire within my veins Was kindling while he spoke . " He mark'd my heat : - ' And if thou hast A pulse ...
... blood - red hail'd the victor steel Of old Plantagenet . He talked of Erin's injured plains , Of England's galling yoke , And a subtle fire within my veins Was kindling while he spoke . " He mark'd my heat : - ' And if thou hast A pulse ...
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Side 433 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory!
Side 267 - The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Side 265 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Side 266 - Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power. Here, as I take my solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks, and...
Side 433 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeams' misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Side 270 - The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose...
Side 270 - These simple blessings of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art; Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their firstborn sway; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined.
Side 267 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from.
Side 264 - E'en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays Through tangled forests and through dangerous ways, Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim ; There, while above the giddy tempest flies, And all around distressful yells arise, The pensive exile, bending with his woe, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Casts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with mine. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss...
Side 262 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...