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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... ; 1 Shan Van Vocht , " The Poor Old Woman " -a name for Ireland . This was written in 1896 , when the French fleet arrived in Bantry Bay . What will the yeomen do ? Says the Shan Van 208 STREET SONGS AND BALLADS . 3313.
... ; 1 Shan Van Vocht , " The Poor Old Woman " -a name for Ireland . This was written in 1896 , when the French fleet arrived in Bantry Bay . What will the yeomen do ? Says the Shan Van 208 STREET SONGS AND BALLADS . 3313.
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... woman deceive , when you trust to her heart , Never sigh - ' t won't relieve it , but add to the smart . Trust to luck , trust to luck , stare fate in the face , Sure the heart must be aisy when it's in the right place . Be a man , be a ...
... woman deceive , when you trust to her heart , Never sigh - ' t won't relieve it , but add to the smart . Trust to luck , trust to luck , stare fate in the face , Sure the heart must be aisy when it's in the right place . Be a man , be a ...
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... woman , wife of a sergeant in the Wil- liamite convoy , unfeelingly left behind on the road by her party in the evening , but most humanely and kindly treated by Sarsfield's men , the word was obtained . 1 Riding softly to within a ...
... woman , wife of a sergeant in the Wil- liamite convoy , unfeelingly left behind on the road by her party in the evening , but most humanely and kindly treated by Sarsfield's men , the word was obtained . 1 Riding softly to within a ...
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... as it was in his power to give to any woman . For the rest , the whole matter is wrapped in mystery , where it is well to let it lie . C. W. 210 GULLIVER AMONG THE PIGMIES . 6 From Gulliver's Travels . JONATHAN SWIFT . 3345.
... as it was in his power to give to any woman . For the rest , the whole matter is wrapped in mystery , where it is well to let it lie . C. W. 210 GULLIVER AMONG THE PIGMIES . 6 From Gulliver's Travels . JONATHAN SWIFT . 3345.
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... woman , but be temperate to hold out . . . . Percival tells me he can sell your horse . Pray let him know that he shall sell his soul as soon . What ! Sell anything that Stella loves , and maybe rides ! And so God Almighty pro- tect ...
... woman , but be temperate to hold out . . . . Percival tells me he can sell your horse . Pray let him know that he shall sell his soul as soon . What ! Sell anything that Stella loves , and maybe rides ! And so God Almighty pro- tect ...
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Aghadoe ancient ballad Bantry Bay beautiful boys BRIDGET called caubeen Celtic Twilight Charles Gavan Duffy Colleen Bawn College dead death died door dreams Dublin England English eyes face fair Father Anthony feet French friends gave give God save Ireland gold green hair halfpence hand head hear heard heart hope hundred Irish JOHN TODHUNTER king kingdom lady land liberty Limerick live look Lord Mallow Mary Hynes MICHAEL Molly nation never night o'er Old Ireland once Owen Roe O'Neill pass poems poet POOR OLD WOMAN priest Queen Reilly round Sarsfield Says the Shan Seanchan Shan Van Vocht sigh silver Siubhail song soon soul spirit sweet Swift tell thee things thou thought tion Tipperary took Trinity College Turloughmore W. B. YEATS whole wild Williamite Wood words young
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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.