Easy Lessons, Or, Self-instruction in Irish :John Mullany, 1860 - 390 strán (strany) |
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... VOWELS . There are seventeen letters in the Irish Alphabet . Of these seventeen five are vowels , the remaining twelve are consonants . Cap . Small . b ཨ་ A B с c e THE IRISH ALPHABET . PRONUNCIATION . a French or aw English c hard , or ...
... VOWELS . There are seventeen letters in the Irish Alphabet . Of these seventeen five are vowels , the remaining twelve are consonants . Cap . Small . b ཨ་ A B с c e THE IRISH ALPHABET . PRONUNCIATION . a French or aw English c hard , or ...
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... vowels must be sounded as in Italian or French ; the consonants as in German or Spanish . This open , full sounding of the vowels and con sonants enables foreigners to learn to speak Irish more cor rectly and more readily than English ...
... vowels must be sounded as in Italian or French ; the consonants as in German or Spanish . This open , full sounding of the vowels and con sonants enables foreigners to learn to speak Irish more cor rectly and more readily than English ...
Strana 1
... vowel over which it is placed is to be sounded long The absence of the accent ( ' ) does not always indicate that the vowel is to be sounded short ; because when the language was commonly spoken by the people , they re quired no such ...
... vowel over which it is placed is to be sounded long The absence of the accent ( ' ) does not always indicate that the vowel is to be sounded short ; because when the language was commonly spoken by the people , they re quired no such ...
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... vowels must be sounded as in Italian or French ; the consonants as in German or Spanish . This open , full sounding of the vowels and con sonants enables foreigners to learn to speak Irish more cor rectly and more readily than English ...
... vowels must be sounded as in Italian or French ; the consonants as in German or Spanish . This open , full sounding of the vowels and con sonants enables foreigners to learn to speak Irish more cor rectly and more readily than English ...
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Ulick Joseph Bourke. SECOND LESSON . OF THE UNION OF TWO OR MORE VOWELS , AND OF THEIR SOUNDS . Two vowels coming together form a diphthong . Three coming together form a tripthong . In Irish there are thirteen diphthongs ; five ...
Ulick Joseph Bourke. SECOND LESSON . OF THE UNION OF TWO OR MORE VOWELS , AND OF THEIR SOUNDS . Two vowels coming together form a diphthong . Three coming together form a tripthong . In Irish there are thirteen diphthongs ; five ...
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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 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!