Introduction. Memoir of Carolan. Memoir of Thomas Furlong. Remains of Carolan. Addenda. Sentimental songsJames Hardiman J. Robins, 1831 |
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... to finish their education , till within the memory of persons still living . ” - JAMIESON'S Introduction to Letters from the North of Scotland , with , though it is frequently mentioned in Irish poems INTRODUCTION . vii.
... to finish their education , till within the memory of persons still living . ” - JAMIESON'S Introduction to Letters from the North of Scotland , with , though it is frequently mentioned in Irish poems INTRODUCTION . vii.
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... persons still living , the School for Highland 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 ...
... persons still living , the School for Highland 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 ...
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... persons worthy or renowned , abound with simplicity , and a wild harmony of numbers . The beauty of these species depends so much on a certain curiosa felicitas of expression in the original , that they must appear much INTRODUCTION .
... persons worthy or renowned , abound with simplicity , and a wild harmony of numbers . The beauty of these species depends so much on a certain curiosa felicitas of expression in the original , that they must appear much INTRODUCTION .
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... person in Rome , who " spoke in every known tongue except Irish , but in that he neither would nor could speak , because of its intolerable harshness . " This notable story is said to have made such an impression on the witch - ridden ...
... person in Rome , who " spoke in every known tongue except Irish , but in that he neither would nor could speak , because of its intolerable harshness . " This notable story is said to have made such an impression on the witch - ridden ...
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... persons are sithence dead and executed . " These memoranda are taken from the Exchequer rolls of these respective years . This Shane Grana is stated to have been the grandfather of John , the father of the bard . His descendants were ...
... persons are sithence dead and executed . " These memoranda are taken from the Exchequer rolls of these respective years . This Shane Grana is stated to have been the grandfather of John , the father of the bard . His descendants were ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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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 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 15 - OH ! turn thee to me, my only love, Let not despair confound me ; Turn, and may blessings from above In life and death surround thee. This fond heart throbs for thee alone — Oh ! leave me not to languish, Look on these eyes, whence sleep hath flown, Bethink thee of my anguish : My hopes, my thoughts, my destiny — All dwell, all rest, sweet girl, on thee.
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 196 - Leurs compositions sont d'une grâce, d'une mollesse, d'un raffinement, soit d'expression, soit de sentiment, dont n'approche aucun peuple ancien ou moderne. La langue qu'ils parlent dans ce monde à leurs maîtresses semble être celle qu'ils parleront dans l'autre à leurs houris.
Página 161 - tis shame and sin To see the time we're losing ; Come lads, be gay, trip, trip away, While those who sit keep boozing. ' Where's Thady Oge ? up, Dan, you rogue, Why stand you shilly shally ; There's Mora near, 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.
Página 341 - ONE morning very early, one morning in the spring, I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully did sing ; Her chains she rattled on her hands while sweetly thus sung she ; " I love my love, because I know my love loves me.
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 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.