Easy Lessons, Or, Self-instruction in Irish :John Mullany, 1860 - 390 strán (strany) |
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Strana 17
... learning French , having once learned the peculiar sounds of the terminations am , em , im , an , en , in , ant , ent , int , or that of the vowel u , or the diphthong eu , would require to refer to a pronouncing dictionary in order to ...
... learning French , having once learned the peculiar sounds of the terminations am , em , im , an , en , in , ant , ent , int , or that of the vowel u , or the diphthong eu , would require to refer to a pronouncing dictionary in order to ...
Strana 44
... learners that it should never in future be practised . 20 , her ; takes the as irate h before the vowel immedi- ately following it ; as - Is her father alive , b - pujl a h - ażajr beo ? Is her soul safe , b - fuil a h - anam slán ? If ...
... learners that it should never in future be practised . 20 , her ; takes the as irate h before the vowel immedi- ately following it ; as - Is her father alive , b - pujl a h - ażajr beo ? Is her soul safe , b - fuil a h - anam slán ? If ...
Strana 117
... learning a language better than to commit to memory as many words as one. Catużad ; m . , fighting , temptation . Ceur , m . , a cross ; a crucifix ; v . , to crucify . Credim , I believe ; cred , believe thou ; Latin , crede . Cuajo ...
... learning a language better than to commit to memory as many words as one. Catużad ; m . , fighting , temptation . Ceur , m . , a cross ; a crucifix ; v . , to crucify . Credim , I believe ; cred , believe thou ; Latin , crede . Cuajo ...
Strana 128
... learning ; from les , read thou . leace is also a mound , a grave , a pile of stones heaped together in me- mory of the dead . Tamleaċt , from tam , sleep , plague , death , and leace ; Tallaght , near 128 SELF - INSTRUCTION IN IRISH .
... learning ; from les , read thou . leace is also a mound , a grave , a pile of stones heaped together in me- mory of the dead . Tamleaċt , from tam , sleep , plague , death , and leace ; Tallaght , near 128 SELF - INSTRUCTION IN IRISH .
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aċt adjective agad againn agam agur agus agus air aimsir air gaċ amaċ anois aspirated bean bejt bideann bless breaż ceud cinealtas cóir compound consonant daor déan deanad declension deir derived diphthong dubairt duine eclipsis English EXERCISE faoi faoj faol fear fearr féin fios agad gaċ gaċ uile Gaelic galar gender genitive go b-fuil Greek Irish Irish language language Latin leat leis lejr Lesson liom ljom majć majt meaning meud mór naċ njor nouns nuair óir person plur plural praise prefix preposition prepositional pronoun pronouns raib rajb rinne root saor sead singular slender sound spelling syllable ta air talaṁ taob teaċ teaċt tense thou tinneas trom uair uile verb VOCABULARY vowel Welsh word
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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!