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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... hear young Kevin's fervent strain Amid the anthem swelling . To smile whene'er thy smiles I see , To sigh when thou art sighing , To live while life is left to thee , And die when thou art dying . " " My prayers , " he said , " were ...
... hear young Kevin's fervent strain Amid the anthem swelling . To smile whene'er thy smiles I see , To sigh when thou art sighing , To live while life is left to thee , And die when thou art dying . " " My prayers , " he said , " were ...
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... hear that fearful warning , There's death in every tone Oh , save my life till morning , And Heav'n prolong your own ! " The Orange heart was melted In pity to the green ; He heard the tale and felt it , His very soul within . " Dread ...
... hear that fearful warning , There's death in every tone Oh , save my life till morning , And Heav'n prolong your own ! " The Orange heart was melted In pity to the green ; He heard the tale and felt it , His very soul within . " Dread ...
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... hear my mother's parting sighs - Ah ! fool to pine for other ties- O wirra - sthru ! O wirra - sthru ! This evening they must sit alone , O wirra - sthru ! O wirra - sthru ! They'll talk of me when I am gone , O wirra - sthru ! O wirra ...
... hear my mother's parting sighs - Ah ! fool to pine for other ties- O wirra - sthru ! O wirra - sthru ! This evening they must sit alone , O wirra - sthru ! O wirra - sthru ! They'll talk of me when I am gone , O wirra - sthru ! O wirra ...
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... hear those Easter chimes , And wear my Sunday palm . If I could cry away mine eyes , My tears would flow in vain ; If I could waste my heart in sighs , They'll never come again ! Old times ! Old times ! A PLACE IN THY MEMORY , DEAREST A ...
... hear those Easter chimes , And wear my Sunday palm . If I could cry away mine eyes , My tears would flow in vain ; If I could waste my heart in sighs , They'll never come again ! Old times ! Old times ! A PLACE IN THY MEMORY , DEAREST A ...
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... hear my parting moan , And , weeping o'er my luckless end , Be watchful for his own . 66 From infancy , a blissful life In yonder vale I led ; There first I met my faithful wife , There first I wooed and wed ; Long time with blithesome ...
... hear my parting moan , And , weeping o'er my luckless end , Be watchful for his own . 66 From infancy , a blissful life In yonder vale I led ; There first I met my faithful wife , There first I wooed and wed ; Long time with blithesome ...
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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...