Poems, with biographical intr. by J. Mitchel |
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... Soon call for expansion , And busied within is The orderly matron , The little ones ' mother , " Who is everywhere seen As she rules like a queen , The instructress of maidens And curber of boys ; 1 Mit dem Gürtel , mit dem Schleier ...
... Soon call for expansion , And busied within is The orderly matron , The little ones ' mother , " Who is everywhere seen As she rules like a queen , The instructress of maidens And curber of boys ; 1 Mit dem Gürtel , mit dem Schleier ...
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... will sway . Till the BELL shall cool and harden , Labor's heat a while may cease ; Like the wild bird in the garden , Each may play or take his ease . Soon as twinkles Hesper , Soon as chimes the Vesper 42 GERMAN ANTHOLOGY .
... will sway . Till the BELL shall cool and harden , Labor's heat a while may cease ; Like the wild bird in the garden , Each may play or take his ease . Soon as twinkles Hesper , Soon as chimes the Vesper 42 GERMAN ANTHOLOGY .
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James Clarence Mangan John Mitchel. Soon as twinkles Hesper , Soon as chimes the Vesper , All the workman's toils are o'er , But the master frets the more . Wandering through the lonely greenwood , Blithely hies the merry rover Forward ...
James Clarence Mangan John Mitchel. Soon as twinkles Hesper , Soon as chimes the Vesper , All the workman's toils are o'er , But the master frets the more . Wandering through the lonely greenwood , Blithely hies the merry rover Forward ...
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... Soon falls the losel wheedler's prey : My trust , I trow , hath sterner stay . Is here no gallant fop to earn Smiles from the Countess Von Savern . " Quoth Robert , " Right , my Lord ! —In sooth He should but move your scorn , Your pity ...
... Soon falls the losel wheedler's prey : My trust , I trow , hath sterner stay . Is here no gallant fop to earn Smiles from the Countess Von Savern . " Quoth Robert , " Right , my Lord ! —In sooth He should but move your scorn , Your pity ...
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... soon the hammerers ' den , Mid smoke and storming fires , He stopped and asked-- " Have you , ye men , Done what the Count desires ? " When , pointing towards the furnace wide , And grily grinning , one replied— " The cindered bones ...
... soon the hammerers ' den , Mid smoke and storming fires , He stopped and asked-- " Have you , ye men , Done what the Count desires ? " When , pointing towards the furnace wide , And grily grinning , one replied— " The cindered bones ...
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agen Allah arms BALLAD Banba beams beauty behold bless blest blood bloom blow bosom Bosphorus breast breath bride bright brother brow burning 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 green grief hand Hark hast hath hear heart Heaven hope hour Hurrah Ireland Irish James Clarence Mangan Karaman King Kinkora Lady Agnes Lady Eleanora Lady Eleanora von land light live lonely look Lord maiden moon mother mountain band mourn never night noble o'er once poems poet pray Prince ride 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 wind 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 247 - ... in the wind. Like the swift shadows of Noon, like the dreams of the Blind, Vanish the glories and pomps of the earth in the wind.
Página 342 - Over hills and through dales Have I roamed for your sake; All yesterday 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 343 - Woe and pain, pain and woe, Are my lot, night and noon, To see your bright face clouded so, Like to the mournful moon. But yet will I rear your throne Again in golden sheen ; 'Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone, My Dark Rosaleen...
Página 344 - O! The Erne shall run red With redundance of blood, The earth shall rock beneath our tread, And flames wrap hill and wood, And gun-peal, and slogan cry Wake many a glen serene, Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die, My dark Rosaleen!
Página 394 - An awful, a tremendous night is this meseems ! The floodgates of the rivers of heaven, I think, have been burst wide — Down from the overcharged clouds, like unto headlong ocean's tide, Descends grey rain in roaring streams.
Página 432 - IN Siberia's wastes The Ice-wind's breath Woundeth like the toothed steel. Lost Siberia doth reveal Only blight and death. Blight and death alone. No Summer shines. Night is interblent with Day. In Siberia's wastes alway The blood blackens, the heart pines. In Siberia's wastes No tears are shed, For they freeze within the brain.
Página 452 - That once there was one whose veins ran lightning No eye beheld. Tell how his boyhood was one drear night-hour, How shone for him, through his griefs and gloom, No star of all heaven sends to light our Path to the tomb.
Página 397 - Sore disgrace it is to see the Arbitress of thrones, Vassal to a Saxoneen of cold and sapless bones! Bitter anguish wrings our souls — with heavy sighs and groans We wait the Young Deliverer of Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan!
Página 382 - Kincora? And where is Donogh, King Brian's worthy son? And where is Conaing, the Beautiful Chief? And Kian, and Core? Alas! they are gone — They have left me this night alone with my grief, Left me, Kincora!