Introduction. Memoir of Carolan. Memoir of Thomas Furlong. Remains of Carolan. Addenda. Sentimental songsJames Hardiman J. Robins, 1831 |
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James Hardiman. F. N. Robruson Cambridge , 1898 . IRISH MINSTRELSY ; OR BARDIC REMAINS OF IRELAND . Engraved by J.Rogers CAROLAN , Published by Joseph Robins London.
James Hardiman. F. N. Robruson Cambridge , 1898 . IRISH MINSTRELSY ; OR BARDIC REMAINS OF IRELAND . Engraved by J.Rogers CAROLAN , Published by Joseph Robins London.
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James Hardiman. V METICS . BANSLAT LYH " meghozím hegám aj bharaith iper oedra a e 1 VOU L of th bs Of F CONGA . PIROS , S. , BRIDE COURT , B ' , ' ( L. ST LAN OR BARDIC REMAINS OF IRELAND ; WITH ENGLISH POETICAL 1521 MENSTRUAMI Y ,
James Hardiman. V METICS . BANSLAT LYH " meghozím hegám aj bharaith iper oedra a e 1 VOU L of th bs Of F CONGA . PIROS , S. , BRIDE COURT , B ' , ' ( L. ST LAN OR BARDIC REMAINS OF IRELAND ; WITH ENGLISH POETICAL 1521 MENSTRUAMI Y ,
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... IRELAND , THIS WORK , UNDERTAKEN WITH A VIEW TO PRESERVE AND ILLUSTRATE A PORTION OF ANCIENT IRISH LITERATURE , IS RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED , Dublin , September 1st , 1831 . BY HIS OBEDIENT SERVANT , JAMES HARDIMAN . CONTENTS OF VOL . I ...
... IRELAND , THIS WORK , UNDERTAKEN WITH A VIEW TO PRESERVE AND ILLUSTRATE A PORTION OF ANCIENT IRISH LITERATURE , IS RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED , Dublin , September 1st , 1831 . BY HIS OBEDIENT SERVANT , JAMES HARDIMAN . CONTENTS OF VOL . I ...
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... Ireland seems destined to emerge from obscurity . Those memorials which have hitherto lain so long unexplored , now appear to awaken the attention of the learned and the curiosity of the public ; and thus , the literary remains of a ...
... Ireland seems destined to emerge from obscurity . Those memorials which have hitherto lain so long unexplored , now appear to awaken the attention of the learned and the curiosity of the public ; and thus , the literary remains of a ...
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A's óró Acht Agus Alderford ancient bard bás beauty beidh bh-fuil bheith bhidh bright budh Carolan Cearbhallán ró chán celebrated century Charles O'Conor chéile chruinne composed composition de'n dear dhuit do'n Dublin duit Eibhlín Eileen a Roon English fair féin gách Galway gán genius gentleman grádh harp heart Ireland Irish language Irish poetry James Plunkett JOHN D'ALTON Kén Kgus known land language leát léi liom lov'd maid már Mayo me-si melody mhnáibh Milesian minstrel Miss Brooke mo chroídhe mór Munster nách native O'Conor o'er O'Kelly original Planxty poems poet poetical poetry praise present reader remain rúin sláinte smile song Spenser stanza súd sweet talents tár thee thine THOMAS FURLONG thou thro thú translation tráth Uileacan Dubh Ulster verse words zách zán
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