The British Poets, Zväzok 4Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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Strana 3
... soon grew into intimacy , with young Robert Emmet . He was my senior , I think , by one class , in the university ; for when , in the first year of my course , I became a member of the Debating Society , a sort of nursery to the ...
... soon grew into intimacy , with young Robert Emmet . He was my senior , I think , by one class , in the university ; for when , in the first year of my course , I became a member of the Debating Society , a sort of nursery to the ...
Strana 9
... soon tempted , however , to try a more daring flight . Without communicating my secret to any one but Edward Hudson , I addressed a long Letter , in prose , to the ** ** * of * *** , in which a profusion of bad flowers of rhetoric was ...
... soon tempted , however , to try a more daring flight . Without communicating my secret to any one but Edward Hudson , I addressed a long Letter , in prose , to the ** ** * of * *** , in which a profusion of bad flowers of rhetoric was ...
Strana 18
... soon after I wrote it , among a large party staying at Chatsworth , is thus alluded to in one of Lord Byron's letters to " I have heard from London that you have left Chatsworth and all there full of entusymusy ' and , in particular ...
... soon after I wrote it , among a large party staying at Chatsworth , is thus alluded to in one of Lord Byron's letters to " I have heard from London that you have left Chatsworth and all there full of entusymusy ' and , in particular ...
Strana 51
... soon . Fly not yet , the fount that play'd In times of old through Ammon's shade , * Though icy cold by day it ran , Yet still , like souls of mirth , began To burn when night was near . * Solis Fons , near the Temple of Ammon . And ...
... soon . Fly not yet , the fount that play'd In times of old through Ammon's shade , * Though icy cold by day it ran , Yet still , like souls of mirth , began To burn when night was near . * Solis Fons , near the Temple of Ammon . And ...
Strana 52
... with a smile , And the smile that compassion can turn to a tear . The thread of our life would be dark , Heaven knows ! If it were not with friendship and love intertwin'd ; And I care not how soon I may sink to 52 IRISH MELODIES .
... with a smile , And the smile that compassion can turn to a tear . The thread of our life would be dark , Heaven knows ! If it were not with friendship and love intertwin'd ; And I care not how soon I may sink to 52 IRISH MELODIES .
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Arranmore bard battle of Clontarf beam Beauty bliss bloom bower breath bright bring brow chain charm children of Israel cloud cold dark dear death dream e'er earth Edward Hudson Erin ev'n eyes fade fair farewell feel flowers friends glory gondolier gone Harp hast hath heart Heaven hope hour Ireland Irish Irish Harp isle leave life's light lips look look'd LORD Lord Edward Fitzgerald love thee Love's lute maid Melodies moon morning mountains ne'er never night o'er once pain pleasure pleasure's Robert Emmet rose Rose-tree round shine Ship ahoy shore sigh silent sing sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul spirit Sprite star steal sunny sunshine sweet syren call tears tell there's thine THOMAS MOORE thou art thought thro turn'd Twas voice wake wave weep wings young youth
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Strana 208 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed!
Strana 207 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Strana 283 - And the angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth lifted up his hand to heaven, and sware by him that liveth for ever and ever, who created heaven, and the things that therein are, and the earth, and the things that therein are, and the sea, and the things which are therein, that there should be time no longer...
Strana 54 - 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 54 - One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes. To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...
Strana 103 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Strana 128 - That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. Dear Harp of my Country ! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine.
Strana 289 - Lift up thine eyes round about, and see : all they gather themselves together, they come to thee : thy sons shall come from far, and thy daughters shall be nursed at thy side.
Strana 273 - And Miriam, the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously : the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Strana 49 - Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells : The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she lives.