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Sida xiv
... once spiked upon Tower Hill ; while " the good was interred in their bones , " the people saw nothing but their evil deeds . The writer has read Ovid's Metamorphoses , and the treatment which Orpheus met at the hands of the female ...
... once spiked upon Tower Hill ; while " the good was interred in their bones , " the people saw nothing but their evil deeds . The writer has read Ovid's Metamorphoses , and the treatment which Orpheus met at the hands of the female ...
Sida xv
Stephen Nolan Elrington. are about giving to the world . Ireland was once the Land of Song , but " The minstrel sleeps , the dream is o'er , The bowl beside the fount is broken ; " and , though we cannot expect to see revived or pro ...
Stephen Nolan Elrington. are about giving to the world . Ireland was once the Land of Song , but " The minstrel sleeps , the dream is o'er , The bowl beside the fount is broken ; " and , though we cannot expect to see revived or pro ...
Sida xvii
... once , A Song for Galway , Oh ! art thou gone , my Mary , dear , The Memory of Age , The Dark - haired Gipsey of the Sea , Norah Mavourneen , The Storm Witch , The Boy Apostle . We will not leave our Native Hills , PAGE 1 5 6 7 9 10 11 ...
... once , A Song for Galway , Oh ! art thou gone , my Mary , dear , The Memory of Age , The Dark - haired Gipsey of the Sea , Norah Mavourneen , The Storm Witch , The Boy Apostle . We will not leave our Native Hills , PAGE 1 5 6 7 9 10 11 ...
Sida 1
... once more the joy , That thrilled his bosom in life's early day ; His spirit grasps the pinions of a boy , Tho ' Time , perchance , hath made his dark hair grey . Awake , sweet comforter , with thy mild breath The prospects blighted ...
... once more the joy , That thrilled his bosom in life's early day ; His spirit grasps the pinions of a boy , Tho ' Time , perchance , hath made his dark hair grey . Awake , sweet comforter , with thy mild breath The prospects blighted ...
Sida 2
... once I traced my way , A dreamy schoolboy , to my master's home , My brow unclouded , and my heart as gay , As sportive birds that round our pathway come . When the old clock gave warning to my ear , I gaily hung my satchel by my side ...
... once I traced my way , A dreamy schoolboy , to my master's home , My brow unclouded , and my heart as gay , As sportive birds that round our pathway come . When the old clock gave warning to my ear , I gaily hung my satchel by my side ...
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beams beautiful beneath bestow bird bless bless the bride bloom blossoms bosom bough breast breathe breeze bright bright eyes brow charms cheer cold dance dark dead dear death Dunleer earth eyes fair festive flowers fond friends Galway gaze gentle GERTRUDE Gipsey give glowing grave happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hope hour King laugh life's light lips lonely look Lough Key Love's lyre MACDONA marvellous boy merry Midshipman mirth mourn Music never night o'er once peace pleasure poor pray'r rill rose round sacred sailor scene seraph shades shed sigh sing sleep smiles Snow Drop song of early sorrow soul sparkling star by star stars storm strain stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thou'rt thought throne tomb trace tree Twas Twill Vicar of Bray voice warm wave weeping wild wind wing young
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Sida 63 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Sida 10 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Sida 15 - If I have found favour in thy sight, O king, and if it please the king, let my life be given me at my petition, and my people at my request: For we are sold, I and my people, to be destroyed, to be slain, and to perish. But if we had been sold for bondmen and bondwomen, I had held my tongue, although the enemy could not countervail the king's damage.
Sida 60 - But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality, There is no fellow in the firmament.
Sida 133 - Casa Wappy ! And though, perchance, a smile may gleam Of casual mirth, It doth not own whate'er may seem, An inward birth : We miss thy small step on the stair ; We miss thee at thine evening prayer ! All day we miss thee, everywhere, Casa Wappy...
Sida 64 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass green turf, At his heels a stone.
Sida x - Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, the dog will have his day.
Sida 51 - ... calm and motionless upon the air, As if he floated there, without their aid, By the sole act of his unlorded will, That buoyed him proudly up. Instinctively I bent my bow : yet kept he rounding still His airy circle, as in the delight Of measuring the ample range beneath And round about; absorbed, he heeded not The death that threatened him. I could not shoot— 'Twas Liberty ! I turned my bow aside, And let him soar away.
Sida 133 - Thou wert a vision of delight To bless us given ; Beauty embodied to our sight, A type of heaven ! So dear to us thou wert, thou art Even less thine own self, than a part Of mine and of thy mother's heart...
Sida 35 - O dearest, dearest boy, my heart For better love would seldom yearn, Could I but teach the hundredth part Of what from thee I learn.