Easy Lessons, Or, Self-instruction in Irish :John Mullany, 1860 - 390 strán (strany) |
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Strana 3
... land is brown . 8. The king is young . 9. The prince is tall . 10. The friend and the beloved . 11. The day and the month . 12. The son and the children . 13. The clay is fresh . 14. The stalk is green . 15. The goblet is high . 16. The ...
... land is brown . 8. The king is young . 9. The prince is tall . 10. The friend and the beloved . 11. The day and the month . 12. The son and the children . 13. The clay is fresh . 14. The stalk is green . 15. The goblet is high . 16. The ...
Strana 5
... land is brown . 8. The king is young . 9. The prince is tall . 10. The friend and the beloved . 11. The day and the month . 12. The son and the children . 13. The clay is fresh . 14. The stalk is green . 15. The goblet is high . 16. The ...
... land is brown . 8. The king is young . 9. The prince is tall . 10. The friend and the beloved . 11. The day and the month . 12. The son and the children . 13. The clay is fresh . 14. The stalk is green . 15. The goblet is high . 16. The ...
Strana 35
... land , Welsh , ar ; Germ . erde ; Gr . ' Apów . An , for am , upon ; ar for der , says ; as , air , or ar ré , says he ; Latin , ait . bes , will be , future tense of best , to be . bel , possessive case of beul , mouth . bejt , to be ...
... land , Welsh , ar ; Germ . erde ; Gr . ' Apów . An , for am , upon ; ar for der , says ; as , air , or ar ré , says he ; Latin , ait . bes , will be , future tense of best , to be . bel , possessive case of beul , mouth . bejt , to be ...
Strana 44
... land where her young hero sleeps , And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps , For her heart in his grave is lying . -Irish Melodies , by Dr. MacHale . These particles take h before the suc ...
... land where her young hero sleeps , And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps , For her heart in his grave is lying . -Irish Melodies , by Dr. MacHale . These particles take h before the suc ...
Strana 47
... land , léan . Moor , narg ; ( as if from nye , flow- ing , and urge , water ) . Moory , rjasgaċ ; moory land , ta- laṁ riasgaċ Nutriment ( juice ) , suž Oak , dam ; Greek , dus ; Sansk . SELF - INSTRUCTION IN IRISH . 47.
... land , léan . Moor , narg ; ( as if from nye , flow- ing , and urge , water ) . Moory , rjasgaċ ; moory land , ta- laṁ riasgaċ Nutriment ( juice ) , suž Oak , dam ; Greek , dus ; Sansk . SELF - INSTRUCTION IN IRISH . 47.
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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!