The Reliques of Father Prout, Late P.P. of Watergrasshill, in the County of Cork, Ireland, Volumen1James Fraser, 1836 |
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... hour I stole , And saw him scan , with anguished soul , Glory's immortal muster - roll , His name should have adorned . His fate had been , with anxious mind , To chase the phanton Fame - to find His grasp eluded ! Calm , resigned , He ...
... hour I stole , And saw him scan , with anguished soul , Glory's immortal muster - roll , His name should have adorned . His fate had been , with anxious mind , To chase the phanton Fame - to find His grasp eluded ! Calm , resigned , He ...
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... hour , and vented their most impotent ire through the safety - valve , " the press , have quietly relapsed into 66 VOL . I. B their wonted attitude of indifference , and resumed their customary FATHER PROUT'S APOLOGY FOR LENT: HIS DEATH ...
... hour , and vented their most impotent ire through the safety - valve , " the press , have quietly relapsed into 66 VOL . I. B their wonted attitude of indifference , and resumed their customary FATHER PROUT'S APOLOGY FOR LENT: HIS DEATH ...
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... hour to Father Prout , and to my kind and simple - hearted aunt , whose grave is in Rathcooney , and whose soul is in heaven . During my short stay at Watergrasshill ( a wild and romantic district , of which every brake and fell , every ...
... hour to Father Prout , and to my kind and simple - hearted aunt , whose grave is in Rathcooney , and whose soul is in heaven . During my short stay at Watergrasshill ( a wild and romantic district , of which every brake and fell , every ...
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... hour is come to be stared at as a disci- ple of Pythagoras , or scrutinised as a follower of the Venetian Cornaro . I am 66 a lion " at " feeding - time . " To tempt me from my allegiance by the proffer of a turkey's wing , to eulogise ...
... hour is come to be stared at as a disci- ple of Pythagoras , or scrutinised as a follower of the Venetian Cornaro . I am 66 a lion " at " feeding - time . " To tempt me from my allegiance by the proffer of a turkey's wing , to eulogise ...
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... hour in its full sunshine under the gallant Masaniello . " As to the commercial grandeur , of which a con- stant demand for fish was the creating principle , to illustrate its importance , I need only refer to a re- markable expression ...
... hour in its full sunshine under the gallant Masaniello . " As to the commercial grandeur , of which a con- stant demand for fish was the creating principle , to illustrate its importance , I need only refer to a re- markable expression ...
Términos y frases comunes
admiration Æneid ballad beautiful Bellew Béranger bien Blarney Blarney Castle Blarney stone Brennus C'est called celebrated chantez classic cœur Cork death Dieu dwell fair fait Father Prout favourite French gai troubadour genius George Knapp give gloire glorious glory grand Greek groves hath heart honour illustrious immortal Ireland Irish Italy Jesuits jeune jour king Lady land Lardner Latin learned Lent literature Lord Lord Byron lyre Malbrouck melody mind Moore muse native never noble Number o'er OLIVER YORKE Paris perusal philosophic poet poetry Prout Papers qu'il Quæ recollect Regent Street Roger Boscovich rois Roman Rome round SCOTT shew Sir Walter Songs of France soul sous spirit stone sweet tell thee thou thought tion Tom Moore Tommy tout towers troubadour Twas Vaucluse Vert-Vert Victor Hugo vulgar Watergrasshill waters writings young εν τε
Pasajes populares
Página 40 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Página 219 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Página 214 - Chiare, fresche e dolci acque, ove le belle membra pose colei che sola a me par donna; gentil ramo ove piacque (con sospir mi rimembra) a lei di fare al bel fianco colonna; erba e fior che la gonna leggiadra ricoverse co l'angelico seno; aere sacro sereno ove Amor co' begli occhi il cor m'aperse: date udìenzia insieme a le dolenti mie parole estreme.
Página 257 - With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would In the days of childhood Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder Sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Página 182 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower...
Página 245 - For, oh, if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this ! There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die ; One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss : And oh...
Página 69 - Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel...
Página 199 - He gave the little wealth he had, To build a house for fools and mad: And showed by one satiric touch, No nation wanted it so much: That kingdom he hath left his debtor, I wish it soon may have a better.
Página 96 - There is a stone there That whoever kisses, Oh ! he never misses To grow eloquent. 'Tis he may clamber To a lady's chamber, Or become a member Of Parliament: A clever spouter He'll sure to turn out, or An out-and-outer, "To be let alone.
Página 258 - THE BELLS OF SHANDON With deep affection and recollection I often think of those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee.