The Popular Poets and Poetry of Ireland: And Choice Selections in Prose from the Works of Famous Irish Writers and OratorsR. Nagle, 1887 - 720 páginas |
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... gave thee Arise , and go in peace ! " The stranger soon departed From that unhappy vale ; The father , broken - hearted , Lay brooding o'er that tale . Full twenty summers after To silver turned his beard ; And yet the sound of laughter ...
... gave thee Arise , and go in peace ! " The stranger soon departed From that unhappy vale ; The father , broken - hearted , Lay brooding o'er that tale . Full twenty summers after To silver turned his beard ; And yet the sound of laughter ...
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... gave him , Though he had kill'd my son . " That agèd peasant heard him ; And knew him as he stood , Remembrance kindly stirr'd him , And tender gratitude . With gushing tears of pleasure , He pierced the listening train , " I'm here to ...
... gave him , Though he had kill'd my son . " That agèd peasant heard him ; And knew him as he stood , Remembrance kindly stirr'd him , And tender gratitude . With gushing tears of pleasure , He pierced the listening train , " I'm here to ...
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... to his rest , that gave the wanderer birth ; And the stream , beside whose gentle tide a child I loved to roam , Now pour its wave along my grave , my narrow island home ! The wail , the shriek , each sound of fear 14 GERALD GRIFFIN .
... to his rest , that gave the wanderer birth ; And the stream , beside whose gentle tide a child I loved to roam , Now pour its wave along my grave , my narrow island home ! The wail , the shriek , each sound of fear 14 GERALD GRIFFIN .
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... gave to my feeble age A prop for my faint heart , a stay in my pilgrimage ; My darling , my darling , God takes back his gift again , And my heart may be broken , but ne'er shall my will complain . AILEEN AROON . WHEN like the early ...
... gave to my feeble age A prop for my faint heart , a stay in my pilgrimage ; My darling , my darling , God takes back his gift again , And my heart may be broken , but ne'er shall my will complain . AILEEN AROON . WHEN like the early ...
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... Gave voice after voice to the choir of the blest . When a breathing of pray'r in the desert was heard , And the angel came down and the wa- ters were stirr'd ; When the church of the isles saw her glories arise , Columbia the dove ...
... Gave voice after voice to the choir of the blest . When a breathing of pray'r in the desert was heard , And the angel came down and the wa- ters were stirr'd ; When the church of the isles saw her glories arise , Columbia the dove ...
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Términos y frases comunes
aiquil Arrah Ballyshannon Barny beauty Blarney Castle bless blood bosom brave breast breath bright brother brow Charles Gavan Duffy Cluricaune cold Cork County Cork dark dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep dream earth Erin eyes face fair fairy Farewell father flowers friends girl Glandore glen of Aherlow glory God save Ireland grave green hand hath hear heart Heaven hill holy hope hour Innisfail Ireland Irish John Hackett Kinsale land laugh light live lonely look Lord machree maid Mary morning mother mountain ne'er neath never night o'er once ould poor pride proud river Lee round shine shore sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sure sweet tears tell thee there's thine thou thought toil true twas voice wave weary weep wild wind young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 433 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory!
Página 267 - The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Página 265 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Página 266 - Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power. Here, as I take my solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks, and...
Página 433 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeams' misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 270 - The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose...
Página 270 - These simple blessings of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art; Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their firstborn sway; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined.
Página 267 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from.
Página 264 - E'en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays Through tangled forests and through dangerous ways, Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim ; There, while above the giddy tempest flies, And all around distressful yells arise, The pensive exile, bending with his woe, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Casts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with mine. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss...
Página 262 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...