Romantic Ireland, Zväzok 1

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Strana 104 - ... tis to gaze upon My Nora's lid that seldom rises; Few its looks, but every one, Like unexpected light, surprises! Oh, my Nora Creina, dear, My gentle, bashful Nora Creina, Beauty lies In many eyes, But love in yours, my Nora Creina. Lesbia wears a robe of gold, But all so close the nymph hath laced it, Not a charm of beauty's mould Presumes to stay where Nature placed it. Oh ! my Nora's gown for me, That floats as wild as mountain breezes, Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell as Heaven...
Strana 246 - He was a man every way fitted for a court ; of a graceful appearance, a lively wit, and a cheerful temper ; a man of great expense ; decent even in his vices, for he always kept up the form of religion.
Strana 201 - Cervantes' serious air, Or laugh and shake in Rabelais' easy chair, Or praise the court, or magnify mankind, Or thy grieved country's copper chains unbind...
Strana 226 - 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 185 - Lowth, whence it was conveyed to their cathedral. For twelve days and nights it was watched by the clergy, during which time there was a continued scene of prayers and devotions ; and then it was interred with great funeral pomp at the north side of the altar of the great church. The body of...
Strana 213 - Syria, and pilgrim from Spain, Brought their offerings alike to the far-honour'd fane ; And, in time, when the wearied O'Brien laid down At the feet of Death's Angel his cares and his crown, Beside the high altar a canopied tomb Shed above his remains its magnificent gloom, And in Holycross Abbey high masses were said, Through the lapse of long ages, for Donough the Red. Had you stood by my...
Strana 53 - Protestants behind a hedge, that silence reigns over the vast solitude of Ireland. Just as civilization gradually supersedes the wilder and fiercer creatures by men and cities, so decivilization, such as is going on in Ireland, wipes out mankind to make room for oxen.
Strana 231 - Irish, and so much at variance with what they had seen in the case of other Normans, that they ever afterwards called Prendergast the Faithful Norman. PRAISE to the valiant and faithful foe ! Give us noble foes, not the friend who lies! We dread the drugged cup, not the open blow; We dread the old hate in the new disguise. To Ossory's king they had pledged their word: He stood in their camp and their pledge they broke; Then Maurice the Norman upraised his sword; The cross on its hilt he kissed and...
Strana 231 - We dread the drugg'd cup, not the open blow ; — We dread the old hate in the new disguise. To Ossory's King they had pledged their word : He stood in their camp, and their pledge they broke ; Then Maurice the Norman upraised his sword ; The cross on its hilt he kiss'd, and spoke : — n.
Strana 269 - How many an antique monument is found Illegible, and faithless to its charge ! That deep insculp'd once held in measured phrase The mighty deeds of those who sleep below : Of hero, sage« or saint, whose pious hands Those ponderous masses raised — forgotten now. They and their monuments alike repose.

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