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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... lives of the great men and women who have figured in it ; -develop centers of interest along the line of biography , and the setting of the rest is easy . This the reader will have ample opportunity to do in the pages of IRISH ...
... lives of the great men and women who have figured in it ; -develop centers of interest along the line of biography , and the setting of the rest is easy . This the reader will have ample opportunity to do in the pages of IRISH ...
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... saints at least . And the morning poor Molly to live had ceased , Just five years after the widowed feast , An American letter was brought to the priest , Telling of Jemmy O'Hare deceased ! Who , ere his STREET SONGS AND BALLADS . 3303.
... saints at least . And the morning poor Molly to live had ceased , Just five years after the widowed feast , An American letter was brought to the priest , Telling of Jemmy O'Hare deceased ! Who , ere his STREET SONGS AND BALLADS . 3303.
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... live , So I'll freely confess , and hope you ' ll forgive- That same Molly Muldoon , sure I loved her indeed ; Ay , as well as the Creed That was never forsaken by one of my breed ; But I couldn't have married her , after I saw— ” " Saw ...
... live , So I'll freely confess , and hope you ' ll forgive- That same Molly Muldoon , sure I loved her indeed ; Ay , as well as the Creed That was never forsaken by one of my breed ; But I couldn't have married her , after I saw— ” " Saw ...
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... live near Coote hill , I will never deny ; I had a fine drake , the truth for to spake , That my grandmother left me and she going to die ; He was wholesome and sound , he would weigh twenty pound , The universe round I would rove for ...
... live near Coote hill , I will never deny ; I had a fine drake , the truth for to spake , That my grandmother left me and she going to die ; He was wholesome and sound , he would weigh twenty pound , The universe round I would rove for ...
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... lives who holds my heart , And haunts me like a dream , With shiny showers of golden hair And gentle as a fawn , The cheeks that make the red rose pale , My darling Colleen Bawn . Although she seldom speaks to me , I think on her with ...
... lives who holds my heart , And haunts me like a dream , With shiny showers of golden hair And gentle as a fawn , The cheeks that make the red rose pale , My darling Colleen Bawn . Although she seldom speaks to me , I think on her with ...
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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.