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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... never considered Irish literature to have had a life apart from that of the English nation . Mr. Maurice Francis Egan , professor of English liter- ature in the Catholic University at Washington , D. C. , contributes a valuable ...
... never considered Irish literature to have had a life apart from that of the English nation . Mr. Maurice Francis Egan , professor of English liter- ature in the Catholic University at Washington , D. C. , contributes a valuable ...
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... never earth's philosopher traced with his golden pen , On the deathless page , truths half so sage as he wrote down for men . And had he not high honor , -the hill - side for a pall ? To lie in state , while angels wait , with stars for ...
... never earth's philosopher traced with his golden pen , On the deathless page , truths half so sage as he wrote down for men . And had he not high honor , -the hill - side for a pall ? To lie in state , while angels wait , with stars for ...
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... never falters , though his look be sad and grave On the women's pallid faces , and the soldiers in their places , And the stones above our brothers that lie buried in the nave . They are closing round us still by the river ; on the hill ...
... never falters , though his look be sad and grave On the women's pallid faces , and the soldiers in their places , And the stones above our brothers that lie buried in the nave . They are closing round us still by the river ; on the hill ...
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... never wearies and the heart that never faints . Where the river joins the brine , canst thou see the ships in line ? And the plenty of our craving just beyond the cruel boom ? Through the dark mist of the firing canst thou see the masts ...
... never wearies and the heart that never faints . Where the river joins the brine , canst thou see the ships in line ? And the plenty of our craving just beyond the cruel boom ? Through the dark mist of the firing canst thou see the masts ...
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... never overloaded rhetoric , and the occasional strains of a wistful pathos which reveal a sensitive human spirit— all these qualities make his contribution to Irish literature one of high worth and distinction . INSCRIPTION ON THE ...
... never overloaded rhetoric , and the occasional strains of a wistful pathos which reveal a sensitive human spirit— all these qualities make his contribution to Irish literature one of high worth and distinction . INSCRIPTION ON THE ...
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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.