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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... brave race who maintained the ardor of hopefulness under every pressure of misfortune . Even in chains of slavery , amid the crushing blows and insults of adverse fortune , the sense of suffering , joined to the quenchless love of ...
... brave race who maintained the ardor of hopefulness under every pressure of misfortune . Even in chains of slavery , amid the crushing blows and insults of adverse fortune , the sense of suffering , joined to the quenchless love of ...
Side xviii
... Brave . To Ireland . . To Fanny Power The Year of Revolutions Adieu to Innisfail The Famine Year The Exodus Related Souls The New Path The Brothers . The Voice of the Poor WILSON , JOHN CRAWFORD The Death of Lily How Cæsar was Driven ...
... Brave . To Ireland . . To Fanny Power The Year of Revolutions Adieu to Innisfail The Famine Year The Exodus Related Souls The New Path The Brothers . The Voice of the Poor WILSON , JOHN CRAWFORD The Death of Lily How Cæsar was Driven ...
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... brave ; And uplifted to strike , be still ready to save ; Let no feeling of vengeance presume to defile The cause of , or men of , the Emerald Isle . The cause it is good , and the men they are true , And the Green shall outlive both ...
... brave ; And uplifted to strike , be still ready to save ; Let no feeling of vengeance presume to defile The cause of , or men of , the Emerald Isle . The cause it is good , and the men they are true , And the Green shall outlive both ...
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... brave troops , which , so long as they were exactly insisted upon , the militia of Ire- land were an invincible defence to their country , and a terror to rebels at home . and enemies abroad . KEATING TO HIS LETTER . * FOR the sake of ...
... brave troops , which , so long as they were exactly insisted upon , the militia of Ire- land were an invincible defence to their country , and a terror to rebels at home . and enemies abroad . KEATING TO HIS LETTER . * FOR the sake of ...
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... brave and bold ; Enriched with every female grace Are Banba's maids with locks of gold . Of men , none with her sons compare ; No maidens with her daughters fair . If Heaven , propitious to my vow , Grant the desire with which I burn ...
... brave and bold ; Enriched with every female grace Are Banba's maids with locks of gold . Of men , none with her sons compare ; No maidens with her daughters fair . If Heaven , propitious to my vow , Grant the desire with which I burn ...
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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...