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... Lord Allen gave « the memory of Mr Curran ; » on which a very modest , pathetic , and eloquent speech was delivered by his son , in a tone and manner that produced the most lively emotion throughout the room . A gentleman afterwards ...
... Lord Allen gave « the memory of Mr Curran ; » on which a very modest , pathetic , and eloquent speech was delivered by his son , in a tone and manner that produced the most lively emotion throughout the room . A gentleman afterwards ...
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... Lord Trim- blestown was in the chair , supported on his right by Mr Moore , and on his left by the Earl of Granard . The vice - pre- sidents were Sir Godfrey Webster , Sir John Byerley , and the Reverend Archibald Douglas , who ...
... Lord Trim- blestown was in the chair , supported on his right by Mr Moore , and on his left by the Earl of Granard . The vice - pre- sidents were Sir Godfrey Webster , Sir John Byerley , and the Reverend Archibald Douglas , who ...
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... Lord Trimblestown , Messrs Byerley , Kenney , Grattan , etc .; and Mr Moore introduced the toast of- << Prosperity to Old England » in the following eloquent lan- guage : - 6 « As the noble chairman has , in compliment to the land of my ...
... Lord Trimblestown , Messrs Byerley , Kenney , Grattan , etc .; and Mr Moore introduced the toast of- << Prosperity to Old England » in the following eloquent lan- guage : - 6 « As the noble chairman has , in compliment to the land of my ...
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... Lord Byron , who then resided in Italy , was , by a singular coincidence , writing a similar poem , with the title of « Heaven and Earth , » both of them having taken the subject from the second verse of the 6th chapter of Genesis ...
... Lord Byron , who then resided in Italy , was , by a singular coincidence , writing a similar poem , with the title of « Heaven and Earth , » both of them having taken the subject from the second verse of the 6th chapter of Genesis ...
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... Lord Byron , written by himself , had been deposited in the keeping of Mr Moore , and designed as a legacy for his benefit . It is also known that the latter , with the consent and at the de- sire of his lordship , had long ago sold the ...
... Lord Byron , written by himself , had been deposited in the keeping of Mr Moore , and designed as a legacy for his benefit . It is also known that the latter , with the consent and at the de- sire of his lordship , had long ago sold the ...
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Страница 299 - Alas — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships, that have gone down at sea, When Heaven was all tranquillity...
Страница 66 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm BENDEMEER.
Страница 65 - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER...
Страница 154 - mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small imaret's rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turn'd To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath daybeam burn'd Upon a brow more fierce than that...
Страница xxxix - Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul, And lap it in Elysium; Scylla wept, And chid her barking waves into attention, And fell Charybdis...
Страница 133 - PARADISE AND THE PERI. ONE morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood, disconsolate ; And as she listened to the Springs Of Life within, like music flowing, And caught the light upon her wings Through the half-open portal glowing, She wept to think her recreant race Should e'er have lost that glorious place !
Страница 147 - I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face — Am I not thine — thy own loved bride — The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side ! • Think'st thou that she, whose only light, In this dim world, from thee hath shone, Could bear the long, the cheerless night, That must be hers, when thou art gone ? That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself? — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart...
Страница 157 - Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace ?
Страница 156 - Lisping th' eternal name of God From purity's own cherub mouth, And looking, while his hands and eyes Are lifted to the glowing skies, Like a stray babe of Paradise, Just lighted on that flowery plain, And seeking for its home again...
Страница 139 - Downward the Peri turns her gaze, And through the war-field's bloody haze Beholds a youthful warrior stand Alone beside his native river. The red blade broken in his hand And the last arrow in his quiver. "Live," said the conqueror, "live to share The trophies and the crowns I bear!