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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... side , and mossy horn , The deer were up and bounding . Young Nature now all bustlingly Stirs from her nightly slumber , And puts those misty curtains by Her mighty couch that cumber . And dews hang fresh on leaf and thorn , And 6 ...
... side , and mossy horn , The deer were up and bounding . Young Nature now all bustlingly Stirs from her nightly slumber , And puts those misty curtains by Her mighty couch that cumber . And dews hang fresh on leaf and thorn , And 6 ...
Side 9
... side That lived for Kevin only ? What mean those circles in the lake When not a wind is breathing ? What bubbles on the surface break ? What horrid foam is wreathing ? Oh , never more - oh , never more , By lake or convent tower , Shall ...
... side That lived for Kevin only ? What mean those circles in the lake When not a wind is breathing ? What bubbles on the surface break ? What horrid foam is wreathing ? Oh , never more - oh , never more , By lake or convent tower , Shall ...
Side 11
... side ; The crowds , heavy hearted , Withdraw from the green , For the sun has departed That brighten'd the scene ! Ev'n yet in that valley , Though years have roll'd by , When through the wild sally The sea - breezes sigh , The peasant ...
... side ; The crowds , heavy hearted , Withdraw from the green , For the sun has departed That brighten'd the scene ! Ev'n yet in that valley , Though years have roll'd by , When through the wild sally The sea - breezes sigh , The peasant ...
Side 33
... side by side , On a bright May morning long ago , When first you were my bride . The corn was springing fresh and green , And the lark sang loud and high , And the red was on your lip , Mary , And the love - light in your eye . The ...
... side by side , On a bright May morning long ago , When first you were my bride . The corn was springing fresh and green , And the lark sang loud and high , And the red was on your lip , Mary , And the love - light in your eye . The ...
Side 36
... endure , Till death restore me to my dear one's side . Once ev'ry thought and ev'ry scene was gay , Friends , mirth , and music all my hours employ'd , — Now doom'd to mourn my last sad years away , 36 TURLOUGH O'CAROLAN .
... endure , Till death restore me to my dear one's side . Once ev'ry thought and ev'ry scene was gay , Friends , mirth , and music all my hours employ'd , — Now doom'd to mourn my last sad years away , 36 TURLOUGH O'CAROLAN .
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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...