PoemsP. M. Haverty, 1859 - 460 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
agen Allah arms BALLAD Banba beams beauty behold bless blest blood bloom blow bosom Bosphorus breast breath bride bright brother brow burning Clarence Mangan courser Dark Rosaleen daughter dead dear Death deep dost dream Dubh Earth Eleanora von Alleyne eyes fair father flowers friends Frotho gaze German German wine gloom glory glow gold golden Gondibert grave grief hand Hark hast hath hear heart Heaven hope hour Hurrah Ireland Irish James Clarence Mangan Karaman King Kinkora Lady Eleanora Lady Eleanora von land light live lonely look Lord maiden moon morn mother mountain band mourn never night noble o'er once Planxty poems poet pray river Barrow roses round Saxon shalt shine sigh sleep song soon sorrow soul spake spirit star steed sweet sword tears thee thine thou art throne wander wave weep wild Wildgrave winds youth
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Página 30 - All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
Página 340 - I sailed with sails On river and on lake. The Erne, at its highest flood, I dashed across unseen, For there was lightning in my blood, My Dark Rosaleen!
Página 340 - All day long, in unrest, To and fro do I move. The very soul within my breast Is wasted for you, love! The heart in my bosom faints To think of you, my Queen, My life of life, my saint of saints, My dark Rosaleen!
Página 452 - And tell how now, amid wreck and sorrow, And want, and sickness, and houseless nights, He bides in calmness the silent morrow, That no ray lights. And lives he still, then ? Yes ! Old and hoary At thirty-nine, from despair and woe, He lives enduring what future story Will never know. Him grant a grave to, ye pitying noble, Deep in your bosoms ! There let him dwell ! He, too, had tears for all souls in trouble, Here and in hell.
Página 431 - In Siberia's wastes Are sands and rocks. Nothing blooms of green or soft, But the snow-peaks rise aloft And the gaunt ice-blocks. And the exile there Is one with those; They are part, and he is part, For the sands are in his heart, And the killing snows.
Página 13 - And he fell far through that pit abysmal, The gulf and grave of Maginn and Burns, And pawned his soul for the devil's dismal Stock of returns. But yet redeemed it in days of darkness, And shapes and signs of the final wrath, When death, in hideous and ghastly starkness, Stood on his path.
Página 456 - tis half-past twelve o'clock ! After all, the hours do slip away — Come, here goes to burn another block ! For the night, or morn, is wet and cold ; And my fire is dwindling rather low : — I had fire enough, when young and bold Twenty golden years ago. Dear ! I don't feel well at all, somehow : Few in Weimar dream how bad I am ; Floods of tears grow common with me now, High-Dutch floods, that Reason cannot dam. Doctors think I'll neither live nor thrive If I mope at home so — I don't know —...
Página 246 - Twas Paradise on Earth awhile, and then no more : Ah ! what avail my vigils pale, my magic lore? She shone before mine eyes awhile, and then no more.
Página 451 - His mind grew dim. And he fell far through that pit abysmal, The gulf and grave of Maginn and Burns, And pawned his soul for the devil's dismal Stock of returns.
Página 384 - Was crucified. From glen and hill, from plain and town, One loud lament, one thrilling plaint, Would echo wide. There would not soon be found, I ween, One foot of ground among those bands For museful thought, So many shriekers of the keen.