Irish minstrelsy, or Bardic remains of Ireland; with Engl. poetical translations. Collected and ed. with notes by J. Hardiman, Volumen1 |
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... “ Surely never lighted on this orb , which she hardly seemed to touch , a more delightful vision . I saw her just above the horizon , decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in , glittering like the ...
... “ Surely never lighted on this orb , which she hardly seemed to touch , a more delightful vision . I saw her just above the horizon , decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in , glittering like the ...
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admired Agus ancient appears bard beauty bheith bright called Carolan celebrated century chán charms cheer composed compositions considered dear death delight descended Dubh Dublin Eileen a Roon English eyes fair feelings féin Galway genius given harp hear heart Ireland Irish James John kind king known lady land language late latter learned lekt liom lived Lord maid melody native nature never o'er observed original perhaps period poem poet poetical poetry possessed praise present preserved prove reader remain respectable rest says smile song soon soul spirit stanza strains sweet talents thee THOMAS FURLONG thou translation verse writer young youth
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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...
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| Título | Irish minstrelsy, or Bardic remains of Ireland; with Engl. poetical translations. Collected and ed. with notes by J. Hardiman, Volumen1 Volumen1 de Irish Minstrelsy, Or Bardic Remains of Ireland; with English Poetical Translations, James Hardiman Irish minstrelsy, or Bardic remains of Ireland; with Engl. poetical translations. Collected and ed. with notes by J. Hardiman, James Hardiman |
| Autor | James Hardiman |
| Editor | James Hardiman |
| Editor | Joseph Robins, 1831 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 3 Abr. 2006 |
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