The Celtic Records and Historic Literature of Ireland

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Page 365 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Page 486 - That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.
Page 351 - This body dropt not down. Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Page 553 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Page 356 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer cloud, Without our special wonder...
Page 351 - And wildly glittered here and there The gems entangled in her hair. I guess, 'twas frightful there to see A lady so richly clad as she— Beautiful exceedingly! Mary mother, save me now! (Said Christabel,) And who art thou?
Page 362 - Moon ! old boughs lisp forth a holier din The while they feel thine airy fellowship. Thou dost bless everywhere, with silver lip Kissing dead things to life. The sleeping kine, Couch'd in thy brightness, dream of fields divine : Innumerable mountains rise, and rise, Ambitious for the hallowing of thine eyes...
Page 360 - Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends; Where roll'd the ocean, thereon was his home ; Where a blue sky, and glowing clime, extends, He had the passion and the power to roam; The desert, forest, cavern, breaker's foam, Were unto him companionship ; they spake A mutual language, clearer than the tome Of his land's tongue, which he would oft forsake For Nature's pages glass'd by sunbeams on the lake.
Page 427 - BOOK OF LECAN. A Collection of Pieces (Prose and Verse) in the Irish Language, in part compiled at the end of the Fourteenth Century ; now for the first time published from the original Manuscript in the Library of Trinity College, Dublin, by the Royal Irish Academy.
Page 518 - ... the public. It was a loathsome herd, which could be compared to nothing so fitly as to the rabble of Comus: grotesque monsters, half bestial, half human, dropping with wine, bloated with gluttony, and reeling in obscene dances.

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