Irish Literature, Том 9Justin McCarthy, Maurice Francis Egan, Charles Welsh, Douglas Hyde, Lady Gregory, James Jeffrey Roche J. D. Morris, 1904 - 4126 страници |
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... Literature , fr . ' Ideas of Good and Evil ' Irelands and the Arts , fr . ' Ideas of Good and Evil ' " Dust Hath Closed Helen's Eye , " fr . ' The Celtic Twilight ' PAGE 3673 • · 3673 · 3678 The Devil , xviii CONTENTS .
... Literature , fr . ' Ideas of Good and Evil ' Irelands and the Arts , fr . ' Ideas of Good and Evil ' " Dust Hath Closed Helen's Eye , " fr . ' The Celtic Twilight ' PAGE 3673 • · 3673 · 3678 The Devil , xviii CONTENTS .
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... eye Which made most of them shy And look quite ashamed , though they couldn't tell why- 1 This poem was written about 1850 , and its authorship has always been a mystery ... eyes were large , dark blue , and clear 3300 IRISH LITERATURE .
... eye Which made most of them shy And look quite ashamed , though they couldn't tell why- 1 This poem was written about 1850 , and its authorship has always been a mystery ... eyes were large , dark blue , and clear 3300 IRISH LITERATURE .
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... eyes were large , dark blue , and clear , And heart and mind seemed in them blended . If intellect sent you one look severe , Love instantly leapt in the next to mend it . Hers was the eye to check the rude , And hers the eye to stir ...
... eyes were large , dark blue , and clear , And heart and mind seemed in them blended . If intellect sent you one look severe , Love instantly leapt in the next to mend it . Hers was the eye to check the rude , And hers the eye to stir ...
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... eye something awful espied ! He stopped and sighed , Looked round and tried To tell what he saw , but his tongue denied ; With a spring and a roar He jumped to the door , AND THE BRIDE LAID HER EYES ON THE BRIDEGROOM NO MORE ! Some ...
... eye something awful espied ! He stopped and sighed , Looked round and tried To tell what he saw , but his tongue denied ; With a spring and a roar He jumped to the door , AND THE BRIDE LAID HER EYES ON THE BRIDEGROOM NO MORE ! Some ...
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... eyes are brighter than the snow That sparkles on the lawn ; The sunshine of my life is she , The darling Colleen Bawn . To leave old Ireland far behind Is often in my mind , And wander for another bride And country for to find , But ...
... eyes are brighter than the snow That sparkles on the lawn ; The sunshine of my life is she , The darling Colleen Bawn . To leave old Ireland far behind Is often in my mind , And wander for another bride And country for to find , But ...
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Страница 3634 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st...
Страница 3633 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Страница 3597 - My life is like the summer rose, That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground — to die. Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept the waste to see — But none shall weep a tear for me...
Страница 3331 - Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light. What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming-! And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Страница 3455 - ALL in the April evening, April airs were abroad; The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road. The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road; All in the April evening I thought on the Lamb of God. The lambs were weary, and crying With a weak human cry, I thought on the Lamb of God Going meekly to die.
Страница 3470 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity ; Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts : a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
Страница 3535 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid! Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!
Страница 3707 - I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Страница 3634 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Страница 3348 - I felt at least forty more of the same kind (as I conjectured) following the first. I was in the utmost astonishment, and roared so loud that they all ran back in a fright ; and some of them, as I was afterwards told, were hurt with the •falls they got by leaping from my sides upon the ground.