Irish minstrelsy, or Bardic remains of Ireland; with Engl. poetical translations. Collected and ed. with notes by J. Hardiman, Volumen1Joseph Robins, 1831 |
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Página iii
... poetry of Ireland . That this country , from an early period , was famous for the cultivation of the kindred arts of poetry and music , stands universally admitted . The works of the prejudiced Cambrensis , and the annals of Wales and ...
... poetry of Ireland . That this country , from an early period , was famous for the cultivation of the kindred arts of poetry and music , stands universally admitted . The works of the prejudiced Cambrensis , and the annals of Wales and ...
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... poetry and music appear coeval with the formation of society . Accordingly we find the poet and musician numbered in the train of these cele- brated invaders . The bards AMERGIN , the son of their leader , and LUGAD , the son of ITH ...
... poetry and music appear coeval with the formation of society . Accordingly we find the poet and musician numbered in the train of these cele- brated invaders . The bards AMERGIN , the son of their leader , and LUGAD , the son of ITH ...
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... poetry . The Dinn Seanchast , compiled by AMERGIN MAC AMALGAID , A. D. 544 , relates that in the time of GEIDE , monarch of Ireland , A. M. 3143 , " the people deemed each others voices sweeter than the warblings of a melo- dious harp ...
... poetry . The Dinn Seanchast , compiled by AMERGIN MAC AMALGAID , A. D. 544 , relates that in the time of GEIDE , monarch of Ireland , A. M. 3143 , " the people deemed each others voices sweeter than the warblings of a melo- dious harp ...
Página vii
... poet personifies and addresses a very old harp , by asking what had become of its former lustre ? The harp replies ... poetry or music as a profession , were uniformly sent to finish their education , till within the memory of persons ...
... poet personifies and addresses a very old harp , by asking what had become of its former lustre ? The harp replies ... poetry or music as a profession , were uniformly sent to finish their education , till within the memory of persons ...
Página viii
... poetry and music was Ireland , and thither professional men were sent to be accomplished in those arts . The cruit , clarsach , or harp , was the proper instrument of the Celts . The bagpipe was in- troduced by the Goths , from ...
... poetry and music was Ireland , and thither professional men were sent to be accomplished in those arts . The cruit , clarsach , or harp , was the proper instrument of the Celts . The bagpipe was in- troduced by the Goths , from ...
Términos y frases comunes
Acht Agus Alderford ancient bard bás beauty beidh bh-fuil bheith bhidh bright budh Carolan celebrated century chán Charles O'Conor chéile composed compositions countrymen de'n dear death descended do'n Dublin Eibhlín Eileen a Roon English fair favorite féin gách Galway gán genius gentleman grádh GREYFIELD harp heart Ireland Irish Bards Irish language Irish poetry James Plunkett JOHN D'ALTON Kén Kgus known lady land language lár leát Limerick liom Lord lov'd M'Dermott Maguire maid már Mayo me-si melody mhnáibh Milesian Miss Brooke mo chroídhe Munster nách native O'Conor o'er O'Kelly O'Neill original Planxty poems poet poetical poetry praise present reader remain ró chán rúin Sir Edward Crofton smile song Spenser stanza sweet talents thee THOMAS FURLONG thou thro translation tráth Ulster verses words zách zán
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Página 323 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Página 161 - Mora here, and Una's here, And yonder's sporting Sally. Now frisk it round — aye, there's the sound Our sires were fond of hearing ; The harp rings clear — hear, gossip, hear ! O sure such notes are cheering ! Your health, my friend ! till life shall end May no bad chance betide us...
Página 145 - I've a heart — it can never be sad, When you smile at me full on the table; Surely you are my wife and brother — My only child — my father and mother — My outside coat — I have no other! Oh! I'll stand by you — while I am able.
Página 184 - Good Lord ! what a sight, After all their good cheer, For people to fight In the midst of their beer ! They rise from their feast, And hot are their brains, A cubit at least The length of their skeans3.
Página lxxii - OH ! if the atheist's words were true, If those we seek to save Sink — and, in sinking from our view, Are lost beyond the grave ! If life thus closed, how dark and drear Would this bewildered earth appear — Scarce worth the dust it gave : A tract of black sepulchral gloom, One yawning, ever-opening tomb...
Página 15 - Look on those eyes whence sleep hath flown, Bethink thee of my anguish ; My hopes — my thoughts — my destiny — All dwell, all rest, sweet girl, on thee. Young bud of beauty for ever bright, The proudest must bow before thee ; Source of my sorrow and my delight — Oh ! must...
Página 181 - V. cello (Edinb., 1801) ;An Historical Enquiry respecting the Performance of the Harp in the Highlands of Scotland, from the Earliest Times until it was discontinued about the year 1734 . . . (Edinb., 1807).
Página lxxx - The thoughts of the holy — the fair — the free, Belov'd in life or deplor'd in their fall ? Fling, fling the forms of art aside, Dull is the ear that these forms enthral ; Let the simple songs of our sires be tried, They go to the heart — and the heart is all.
Página lxiii - In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting, by repose.
Página 9 - On our hallowed solitude, Where no kinsman's cold glance could annoy us ; Where peace and joy might shed Blended blessings o'er our bed, And love — love alone still employ us. Still, sweet maiden, may I see That I vainly talk of thee ; In vain in lost love I lie pining : I may worship from afar The beauty-beaming star That o'er my dull pathway keeps shining : But in sorrow and in pain Fond hope will remain, For rarely from hope can we sever ; Unchanged...