Bits of Blarney

Предна корица
Redfield, 1854 - 426 страници
"This ... collection from R. Shelton Mackenzie brings together a series of Irish stories, tales, myths, jokes, and folklore collected by the author over the course of his life"--From Google Books.
 

Избрани страници

Други издания - Преглед на всички

Често срещани думи и фрази

Популярни откъси

Страница 118 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take, She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Страница 375 - Three poets in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn; The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go, To make a third she joined the former two.
Страница 334 - Great men hallow a whole people, and lift up all -who live in their time. What Irishman does not feel proud that he has lived in the days of...
Страница 421 - Author of the Expedition for the Survey of the Rivers Euphrates and Tigris. With an Appendix, containing the Diplomatic Correspondence of the Four Powers, and the Secret Correspondence between the Russian and English Governments.
Страница 2 - There is a stone there, that whoever kisses, Oh ! he never misses to grow eloquent. 'Tis he may clamber to a lady's chamber, Or become a member of parliament : A clever spouter he'll sure turn out, or An out-and-outer, "to be let alone...
Страница 329 - ... Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells : The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she lives.
Страница 4 - Tis there the lover may hear the dove, or The gentle plover in the afternoon; And if a...
Страница 79 - E'en the slight harebell raised its head, Elastic from her airy tread: What though upon her speech there hung The accents of the mountain tongue—- Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear, The listener held his breath to hear.
Страница 390 - For more than twenty years before Emancipation the burden of the cause was thrown upon me. I had to arrange the meetings, to prepare the resolutions, to furnish replies to the correspondence, to examine the case of each person complaining of practical grievances, to rouse the torpid, to animate the lukewarm, to control the violent and...
Страница 348 - It is this reflection that affords me most consolation. If I do not rise at the bar, I will not have to meet the reproaches of my own conscience. It is not because I assert these things now, that I should conceive myself entitled to call on you to believe them. I refer that conviction which I wish to inspire to your experience. I hope...

Библиография