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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... wind That stirs the morning flowers , · On friendship's lap it lies reclined , And sighs in Love's own bowers . It shines o'er all the summer skies , When dews the wild buds cherish ; And worst of all , in woman's eyes , Ah , hide them ...
... wind That stirs the morning flowers , · On friendship's lap it lies reclined , And sighs in Love's own bowers . It shines o'er all the summer skies , When dews the wild buds cherish ; And worst of all , in woman's eyes , Ah , hide them ...
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... wind that sings Across the storm - roused ocean , Swift as the silent prayer that springs Up , warm , from young Devotion , Swift as the brook , the light , the air , As death , time , thought , or glory , Young Kevin flies that valley ...
... wind that sings Across the storm - roused ocean , Swift as the silent prayer that springs Up , warm , from young Devotion , Swift as the brook , the light , the air , As death , time , thought , or glory , Young Kevin flies that valley ...
Side 9
... 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 poor Cathleen come , timid , o'er To haunt his evening bower . Oh , never more ...
... 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 poor Cathleen come , timid , o'er To haunt his evening bower . Oh , never more ...
Side 19
... wind . If you value the blessings that shine at our hearth The wife's smiling welcome , the in- fant's sweet mirth While they charm us at eve , let us think upon those Who have bought with their blood our domestic repose . Then share ...
... wind . If you value the blessings that shine at our hearth The wife's smiling welcome , the in- fant's sweet mirth While they charm us at eve , let us think upon those Who have bought with their blood our domestic repose . Then share ...
Side 20
... wind That stirs the early bowers . I love my love in the morning , I love my love at noon , For she is bright , as the lord of light , Yet mild as autumn's moon ; Her beauty is my bosom's sun , Her faith my fostering shade , And I will ...
... wind That stirs the early bowers . I love my love in the morning , I love my love at noon , For she is bright , as the lord of light , Yet mild as autumn's moon ; Her beauty is my bosom's sun , Her faith my fostering shade , And I will ...
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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...