The Reliques of Father Prout, Late P.P. of Watergrasshill, in the County of Cork, Ireland, Zväzok 1James Fraser, 1836 |
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Strana xii
... look to this : Lazarus will not come forth to listen to their strictures ; neither , should they happen to be in a complimentary mood , will Samuel arise at the witchery of commendation . In his case ' tis all a dead Objects of art and ...
... look to this : Lazarus will not come forth to listen to their strictures ; neither , should they happen to be in a complimentary mood , will Samuel arise at the witchery of commendation . In his case ' tis all a dead Objects of art and ...
Strana 37
... Look at the manner in which the people of New England have of late carried on their fishery . While we follow them among the tumbling mountains of ice , and penetrating into the deepest recesses of Hudson's Bay ; while we are looking ...
... Look at the manner in which the people of New England have of late carried on their fishery . While we follow them among the tumbling mountains of ice , and penetrating into the deepest recesses of Hudson's Bay ; while we are looking ...
Strana 45
... look Than forty Peelers . He's gone ; and discord soon I ween will visit The land with quarrels ; And the foul demon vex with stills illicit The village morals . No fatal chance could happen more to cross The public AN APOLOGY FOR LENT .
... look Than forty Peelers . He's gone ; and discord soon I ween will visit The land with quarrels ; And the foul demon vex with stills illicit The village morals . No fatal chance could happen more to cross The public AN APOLOGY FOR LENT .
Strana 58
... look for the fulfilment of the compact ; while the Irish Pozzo di Borgo , as loath to part with his stronghold as Russia to relinquish the Dardanelles , kept protocolising with soft promises and delusive delays , until at last Carew ...
... look for the fulfilment of the compact ; while the Irish Pozzo di Borgo , as loath to part with his stronghold as Russia to relinquish the Dardanelles , kept protocolising with soft promises and delusive delays , until at last Carew ...
Strana 67
... look on him as a writer who , by the blandishment of his narrative and the witchery of his style , has calmed more sorrow , and caused more happy hours to flow , than any save a higher and a holier page , a writer who , like the ...
... look on him as a writer who , by the blandishment of his narrative and the witchery of his style , has calmed more sorrow , and caused more happy hours to flow , than any save a higher and a holier page , a writer who , like the ...
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admiration Æneid ballad beautiful Bellew Béranger bien Blarney Blarney Castle Blarney stone Brennus C'est called celebrated chantez classic cœur Cork death Dieu dwell fair fait Father Prout favourite French gai troubadour genius George Knapp give gloire glorious glory grand Greek groves hath heart honour illustrious immortal Ireland Irish Italy Jesuits jeune jour king Lady land Lardner Latin learned Lent literature Lord Lord Byron lyre Malbrouck melody mind Moore muse native never noble Number o'er OLIVER YORKE Paris perusal philosophic poet poetry Prout Papers qu'il Quæ recollect Regent Street Roger Boscovich rois Roman Rome round SCOTT shew Sir Walter Songs of France soul sous spirit stone sweet tell thee thou thought tion Tom Moore Tommy tout towers troubadour Twas Vaucluse Vert-Vert Victor Hugo vulgar Watergrasshill waters writings young εν τε
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Strana 40 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Strana 219 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Strana 214 - Chiare, fresche e dolci acque, ove le belle membra pose colei che sola a me par donna; gentil ramo ove piacque (con sospir mi rimembra) a lei di fare al bel fianco colonna; erba e fior che la gonna leggiadra ricoverse co l'angelico seno; aere sacro sereno ove Amor co' begli occhi il cor m'aperse: date udìenzia insieme a le dolenti mie parole estreme.
Strana 257 - With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would In the days of childhood Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder Sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Strana 182 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower...
Strana 245 - For, oh, if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this ! There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die ; One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss : And oh...
Strana 69 - Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel...
Strana 199 - He gave the little wealth he had, To build a house for fools and mad: And showed by one satiric touch, No nation wanted it so much: That kingdom he hath left his debtor, I wish it soon may have a better.
Strana 96 - There is a stone there That whoever kisses, Oh ! he never misses To grow eloquent. 'Tis he may clamber To a lady's chamber, Or become a member Of Parliament: A clever spouter He'll sure to turn out, or An out-and-outer, "To be let alone.
Strana 258 - THE BELLS OF SHANDON With deep affection and recollection I often think of those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee.