Irish Literature, Volume 1Justin McCarthy, Maurice Francis Egan, Charles Welsh, Douglas Hyde, Lady Gregory, James Jeffrey Roche J. D. Morris, 1904 - Authors, Irish |
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... him as a poet whose aerial , Æolian melo- dies steal into the heart - a poet of twilight and the evening star , and the sigh of the wind over the hills and the waters of an Ireland that broods and dreams . His music haunts the ear 11.
... him as a poet whose aerial , Æolian melo- dies steal into the heart - a poet of twilight and the evening star , and the sigh of the wind over the hills and the waters of an Ireland that broods and dreams . His music haunts the ear 11.
Page 12
... ear with its perfect simplicity of art and the cunning of its quiet cadences . Song upon song makes no mention , direct or indirect , of Ireland ; yet an Irish atmosphere and temperament are to be felt in almost all . " LOVELY MARY ...
... ear with its perfect simplicity of art and the cunning of its quiet cadences . Song upon song makes no mention , direct or indirect , of Ireland ; yet an Irish atmosphere and temperament are to be felt in almost all . " LOVELY MARY ...
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... ear sang every bird his best , But not song to pleasure my unrest , Or touch the tears unwept of bitter love ; Some spake , methought , with pity , some as if in jest . To every word , Of every bird , I listened or replied as it behove ...
... ear sang every bird his best , But not song to pleasure my unrest , Or touch the tears unwept of bitter love ; Some spake , methought , with pity , some as if in jest . To every word , Of every bird , I listened or replied as it behove ...
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... ears In story and song of harp after a thousand years . " Give me my helmet and sword . Whale - tusk , gold - wrought , I clutch thee ! Blade , Flesh - Biter , fail me not this time ! Yea , when I touch thee , Shivers of joy run through ...
... ears In story and song of harp after a thousand years . " Give me my helmet and sword . Whale - tusk , gold - wrought , I clutch thee ! Blade , Flesh - Biter , fail me not this time ! Yea , when I touch thee , Shivers of joy run through ...
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... ear close to the hill : Do you not catch the tiny clamor , Busy click of an elfin hammer , Voice of the Leprecaun singing shrill As he merrily plies his trade ? He's a span And a quarter in height : Get him in sight , hold him fast ...
... ear close to the hill : Do you not catch the tiny clamor , Busy click of an elfin hammer , Voice of the Leprecaun singing shrill As he merrily plies his trade ? He's a span And a quarter in height : Get him in sight , hold him fast ...
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Page 71 - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Page 292 - We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed ; we are perplexed, but not in despair ; persecuted, but not forsaken ; cast down, but not destroyed; always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body. For we which live, are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.
Page 19 - In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men ; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!
Page 391 - I impeach him in the name of all the Commons of Great Britain in Parliament assembled, whose parliamentary trust he has betrayed. I impeach him in the name of the Commons of Great Britain, whose national character he has dishonored.
Page 3 - He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by His precious blood. There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin, He only could unlock the gate Of heaven, and let us in.
Page 1 - And no man saw it e'er ; For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.
Page 392 - ... and sanctifies a great character, will not suffer me to censure any part of his conduct. I am afraid to flatter him ; I am sure I am not disposed to blame him. Let those who have betrayed him by their adulation insult him with their malevolence. But what I do not presume to censure I may have leave to lament.
Page 86 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Page 2 - And had he not high honor? — The hillside for a pall; To lie in state while angels wait, With stars for tapers tall, And the dark rock-pines like tossing plumes Over his bier to wave; And God's own hand, in that lonely land, To lay him in the grave; In that strange grave, without a name, Whence his uncoffined clay Shall break again — oh, wondrous thought!
Page 372 - There was Burke, ignorant, indeed, or negligent of the art of adapting his reasonings and his style to the capacity and taste of his hearers, but in amplitude of comprehension and richness of imagination superior to every orator, ancient or modern.