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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... Fall of Sebastopol Meditation on a Broom Stick On Mrs. Biddy Floyd . SAVAGE , JOHN Would - be Poets . Shane's Head Lines written on a Window - pane Epigram SHERIDAN , FRANCES A Romantic Love Match WALLER , JOHN FRANCIS Ode to Patience ...
... Fall of Sebastopol Meditation on a Broom Stick On Mrs. Biddy Floyd . SAVAGE , JOHN Would - be Poets . Shane's Head Lines written on a Window - pane Epigram SHERIDAN , FRANCES A Romantic Love Match WALLER , JOHN FRANCIS Ode to Patience ...
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... Fall white as the snow ! Before the high altar Young Maud stands array'd ; With accents that falter Her promise is made- From father and mother For ever to part , For him and no other To treasure her heart . The words are repeated , The ...
... Fall white as the snow ! Before the high altar Young Maud stands array'd ; With accents that falter Her promise is made- From father and mother For ever to part , For him and no other To treasure her heart . The words are repeated , The ...
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... Fall round me deadly now- The smiles of Love no longer part Those dead blue lips of thine I lay my hand upon thy heart , ' Tis cold at last to mine . - Were we beneath our native heaven , Within our native land— A fairer grave to thee ...
... Fall round me deadly now- The smiles of Love no longer part Those dead blue lips of thine I lay my hand upon thy heart , ' Tis cold at last to mine . - Were we beneath our native heaven , Within our native land— A fairer grave to thee ...
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... fall with scathed heart and wings ? Have I been blest ? -the sea - wave sings " Tween me and all that was mine own ; I've found the joy ambition brings , And walk alone ! and walk alone ! I have a heart : - I'd live And die for him ...
... fall with scathed heart and wings ? Have I been blest ? -the sea - wave sings " Tween me and all that was mine own ; I've found the joy ambition brings , And walk alone ! and walk alone ! I have a heart : - I'd live And die for him ...
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... fall of dark , Hymn'd lonely from her thorn . Ah ! must I leave that happy dell , Where all my youth was pass'd , And breathe to each a sad farewell , My fondest , and my last ? 66 When far Van Diemen's sunbeams soon Upon my head shall fall ...
... fall of dark , Hymn'd lonely from her thorn . Ah ! must I leave that happy dell , Where all my youth was pass'd , And breathe to each a sad farewell , My fondest , and my last ? 66 When far Van Diemen's sunbeams soon Upon my head shall fall ...
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Almindelige termer og sætninger
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Populære passager
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...