Easy Lessons, Or, Self-instruction in Irish :John Mullany, 1860 - 390 strán (strany) |
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Strana 10
... fearr máda beo ' na leon marb , a living dog ( is ) better than a dead lion ; fearr clú ' na conaċ , better fame than wealth . OBS . 4. - ir ( is ) is never employed after particles of ask- ing , wishing , denying , supposing , or the ...
... fearr máda beo ' na leon marb , a living dog ( is ) better than a dead lion ; fearr clú ' na conaċ , better fame than wealth . OBS . 4. - ir ( is ) is never employed after particles of ask- ing , wishing , denying , supposing , or the ...
Strana 15
... fearr ( pro- nounced far ) , better ; gearr ( gárr ) , short ; rear ( fárn ) , the alder - tree ; merely to distinguish them from other words spelled with the same short diphthong ; as , rear ( like far in farthing ) , a man ; gear ( as ...
... fearr ( pro- nounced far ) , better ; gearr ( gárr ) , short ; rear ( fárn ) , the alder - tree ; merely to distinguish them from other words spelled with the same short diphthong ; as , rear ( like far in farthing ) , a man ; gear ( as ...
Strana 16
... fearr liom crust agad ' na ort . 19. cá fios agam . 20. b - fuil fios agad ? 21. ta conn orm . 22. b - fuil cionn ort ? 23. b - fuil carl ort ? 24. 11 b - full . 25. b - fuil caill ort ? 26. ta caill orm . OBS . 1. - There is a peculiar ...
... fearr liom crust agad ' na ort . 19. cá fios agam . 20. b - fuil fios agad ? 21. ta conn orm . 22. b - fuil cionn ort ? 23. b - fuil carl ort ? 24. 11 b - full . 25. b - fuil caill ort ? 26. ta caill orm . OBS . 1. - There is a peculiar ...
Strana 17
... fearr ljom clú na ór . 33. Ir fearr csal ' na ór . NOTE . It has been recommended to us by many of our readers that we should give in Roman letters the pronunciation of every Irish word that occurs in these Lessons , and that such an ...
... fearr ljom clú na ór . 33. Ir fearr csal ' na ór . NOTE . It has been recommended to us by many of our readers that we should give in Roman letters the pronunciation of every Irish word that occurs in these Lessons , and that such an ...
Strana 30
... fearr leat tear no fuact ? 26. Jr fearr liom fuaċt le rjoc agur le sneaċta ' na teas agus gnjan . 27. B - fujl do ċuram agus ċuram d'aċar a flájnte ? 28. Táid , go raib masė agad agus aig gaċ dujhe aig a b - fuil deaż - ċrojde . 29. b ...
... fearr leat tear no fuact ? 26. Jr fearr liom fuaċt le rjoc agur le sneaċta ' na teas agus gnjan . 27. B - fujl do ċuram agus ċuram d'aċar a flájnte ? 28. Táid , go raib masė agad agus aig gaċ dujhe aig a b - fuil deaż - ċrojde . 29. b ...
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aċt adjective agad agam agus aspirated b-fuil bean bless broad called cause comes compound consonant dear death declension derived duine English examples EXERCISE expressed father fear fearr féin gaċ Gaelic gender genitive give governed Greek hand head Irish king land language Latin learning leat leis Lesson letter liom literally ljom Lord meaning mór naċ NOTE nouns nuair perfect person plural possessive praise preceding preposition present pronouns rajb reason root rule short simple singular slender sound speak spelling syllable tense term thing third thou uile verb VOCABULARY vowel Welsh wish word written young
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Strana 149 - THE APOSTLES' CREED I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of heaven and earth; and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord; Who was conceived by the Holy Ghost, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into hell; the third day He...
Strana 136 - THE minstrel boy to the war is gone. In the ranks of death you'll find him ; His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. " Land of song !" said the warrior-bard, " Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee...
Strana 149 - Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women. And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God. Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Strana 135 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Strana 135 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
Strana 135 - Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green : 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still.
Strana 136 - In the ranks of death you'll find him, His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. "Land of song!" said the warrior bard, "Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee!
Strana 343 - Dear Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song ! The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; But, so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadness, That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still.
Strana 215 - if it was not you, it was your father, and that is all the same ; but it is no use trying to argue me out of my supper ; " — and without another word he fell upon the poor helpless Lamb and tore her to pieces.
Strana 42 - She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking!