The Cabinet of Irish Literature: Selections from the Works of the Chief Poet, Orators, and Prose Writers of Ireland, Volume 1Blackie and Son, 1893 - Irish literature |
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... soon became famous for his eloquence , and of the joint works of the two men was the crowds came to hear him from the neighbour - erection of a church in 1644 , over the door ing towns of Cashel and Clonmel . " Among of which may yet be ...
... soon became famous for his eloquence , and of the joint works of the two men was the crowds came to hear him from the neighbour - erection of a church in 1644 , over the door ing towns of Cashel and Clonmel . " Among of which may yet be ...
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... soon get rid of these insolent invaders ; for they had that command over the elements by their enchantments , that they made no question of preventing them from ever setting foot upon the shore again . shore , and by the power of their ...
... soon get rid of these insolent invaders ; for they had that command over the elements by their enchantments , that they made no question of preventing them from ever setting foot upon the shore again . shore , and by the power of their ...
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... soon attracted the attention of the learned Hugh Ward , a native of his own county , and a lecturer at the Irish College . His perfect knowledge of the Irish language and history caused him to be employed by Ward to carry out a project ...
... soon attracted the attention of the learned Hugh Ward , a native of his own county , and a lecturer at the Irish College . His perfect knowledge of the Irish language and history caused him to be employed by Ward to carry out a project ...
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... soon be found , I ween , One foot of ground among those bands For museful thought , So many shriekers of the keen1 Would cry aloud and clap their hands , All woe - distraught ! Two princes of the line of Conn Sleep in their cells of ...
... soon be found , I ween , One foot of ground among those bands For museful thought , So many shriekers of the keen1 Would cry aloud and clap their hands , All woe - distraught ! Two princes of the line of Conn Sleep in their cells of ...
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... soon give place to rueful cries And groans of woe ! If on the day the Saxon host Were forced to fly - a day so great For Ashanee- The chief had been untimely lost , Our conquering troops should moderate Their mirthful glee . There would ...
... soon give place to rueful cries And groans of woe ! If on the day the Saxon host Were forced to fly - a day so great For Ashanee- The chief had been untimely lost , Our conquering troops should moderate Their mirthful glee . There would ...
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Page 270 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs— and God has given my share — I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes— for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell, of all I felt, and all I saw...
Page 310 - I knew a man in Christ above fourteen years ago, (whether in the body, I cannot tell ; or whether out of the body, I cannot tell : God knoweth ;) such an one caught up to the third heaven.
Page 272 - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around ; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey. And savage men more murderous still than they; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
Page 273 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Page 257 - Withhold not good from them to whom it is due, When it is in the power of thine hand to do it. Say not unto thy neighbour, Go, and come again, And to-morrow I will give; When thou hast it by thee.
Page 269 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen. And Desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest...
Page 238 - He shall not drop." said my uncle Toby, firmly. "A-well-o'day, do what we can for him, said Trim, maintaining his point,; "the poor soul will die." "He shall not die, by G— !" cried my uncle Toby. The Accusing Spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in, and the Recording Angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word, and blotted it out for ever.
Page 269 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
Page 272 - And pinched with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown. Do thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the loveliest train, Do thy fair tribes participate her pain...
Page 270 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.