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Page 319 - I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's mole in, Their thunder rolling From the Vatican, And cymbals glorious Swinging uproarious In the gorgeous turrets Of Notre Dame; But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber, Pealing solemnly. Oh, the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Page 319 - old Adrian's Mole" in, Their thunder rolling from the Vatican, And cymbals glorious, swinging uproarious In the gorgeous turrets of Notre Dame : But thy sounds were sweeter, than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber, pealing solemnly. 0 ! the bells of Shandon, Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters of the river Lee.
Page 69 - Tis down by the lake where the wild tree fringes its sides, The maid of my heart, my fair one of Heaven resides; — I think as at eve she wanders its mazes along, The birds go to sleep by the sweet wild twist of her song.
Page 71 - When the Prince, now an exile, shall come for his own, The Isles of his father, his rights, and his throne, My people in battle the Saxons will meet, And kick them before, like old shoes from their feet. O'er mountains and valleys they'll press on their...
Page 59 - And they curs'd the faint and lagging breeze that kept them from the shore. The ocean from its bosom shook off the moonlight sheen, And up its wrathful billows rose to vindicate their queen...
Page 65 - SCULLY ! thou false one, You basely betrayed him ; In his strong hour of need When thy right hand should aid him ; He fed thee ; — he clad thee ; — You had all could delight thee ; You left him ; — you sold him ; — May Heaven requite thee...
Page 45 - Desmond — a thousand wild fountains Come down to that lake, from their home in the mountains.
Page 67 - THE girl I love is comely, straight and tall, Down her white neck her auburn tresses fall, Her dress is neat, her carriage light and free — Here's a health to that charming maid whoe'er she be! The rose's blush but fades beside her cheek, Her eyes are blue, her forehead pale and meek, Her lips like cherries on a summer tree — Here's a health to the charming maid who'er she be!
Page 64 - I have caused divers of them to be translated unto me, that I might understand them, and surely they savoured of sweet wit and good invention, but skilled not of the goodly ornaments of poetry ; yet were they sprinkled with some pretty flowers of their natural device, which gave good grace and comeliness unto them...