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" I'd play with a child, And my sport would be wilder. I'd dance without tiring From morning till even, And the goal-ball I'd strike To the lightning of Heaven. At my bed-foot decaying, My hurl-bat is lying, Through the boys of the village My goal-ball... "
Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Page 210
1823
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 13

1823
...with the disproportion between How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining ! The strong rope of tate For this young neck is twining. My strength is departed...sallow ; While I languish in chains, 'in the gaol of Clonni U.* No boy in the village Was ever yet milder, I'd pLiy with a child, And my sport would be...
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Early English Poetry, Ballads and Popular Literature of the ..., Volume 13

English literature - 1844
...illustrate the song, the Editor deems it unnecessary to repeat How hard is my fortune And vain my repining ! The strong rope of fate For this young neck is twining...dance without tiring From morning till even, And the gaol-ball I'd strike To the lightning of heaven. At my bed-foot decaying My hurl-bat is lying, Through...
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The Keen of the South of Ireland: As Illustrative of Irish Political and ...

Thomas Crofton Croker - Ireland - 1844 - 108 pages
...the song, the Editor deems it unnecessary to repeat. How hard is my fortune And vain my repining ! The strong rope of fate For this young neck is twining...dance without tiring From morning till even, And the gaol-ball I'd strike To the lightning of heaven. At my bed-foot decaying My hurl-bat is lying, Through...
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Early English Poetry, Ballads and Popular Literature of the ..., Volume 13

English literature - 1844
...the song, the Editor deems it unnecessary to repeat. How hard is my fortune And vain my repining ! The strong rope of fate For this young neck is twining...wilder. I'd dance without tiring From morning till even, " Irish for Clonmell. And the gaol-ball I'd strike To the lightning of heaven. At my bed-foot decaying...
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The ballad poetry of Ireland. Ed. by C.G. Duffy. 4th ed, Volume 2

sir Charles Gavan Duffy - 1845
...*ave been peculiar objects of sympathy in Ireland. • How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining! The strong rope of fate For this young neck is twining. My strength is departed; My chcuk sunk and sallow; While I languish in chains, In the gaol of Clonmala.* No boy in the village...
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The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 28

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, John Holmes Agnew, Kinahan Cornwallis, Timothy Flint - American periodicals - 1846
...repining ! The strong rope of fate For this young neck in twining. My strength is departed, My cheek flunk and sallow, While I languish in chains In the gaol of Clonmala. * No boy in the Tillage Was ever yol milder, I 'd play with a child. And my sport would be wilder: I'd dance without...
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The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 28

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, John Holmes Agnew, Kinahan Cornwallis, Timothy Flint - American periodicals - 1846
...' How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining 1 The strong rope of fate For (bis л uuiifj neck ia twining. My strength is departed, My cheek sunk and sallow, While I languish in chaina In the gaol of Cloninala, 4 No boy in the village Was ever yet milder, I 'd ply with a child,...
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The Poems of J.J. Callanan

Jeremiah Joseph Callanan - English poetry - 1847 - 135 pages
...called " fiddling wi' a pick," but enough of this — How hard is my fortune And vain my repining ; The strong rope of fate For this young neck is twining ; My strength is departed. My cheeks sunk and sallow ; While I languish in chains In the gaol of Clonmala.* No boy of the village...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 5

Irish literature - 1855
...repining ; The strong rope of fate For this young neck ia twining : My strength is departed. My checks sunk and sallow ; While I languish in chains In the gaol of Clonmala.* No boy of the Tillage \\ as rvrr yet milder; I'd play with a child And my sport would be wilder ; I'd dance...
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The lyrics of Ireland, ed. by S. Lover

Samuel Lover - 1858
...Italy, at this moment, an object of European interest. How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining ! The strong rope of fate For this young neck is twining....tiring From morning till even, And the goal-ball I'd strikef To the lightning of heaven. At my bed-foot decaying My hurlbat is lying, Through the boys of...
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