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... Arms of Eighty - Two 682 Lines on the Death of an Amiable Young Man 682 Dear Carrigaline 684 The Virgin Mary's Bank The Place to Die 685 Mary Magdalen And Must We Part BOYSE , SAMUEL 121 The Girl I Love The Glory of the Deity 121 The ...
... Arms of Eighty - Two 682 Lines on the Death of an Amiable Young Man 682 Dear Carrigaline 684 The Virgin Mary's Bank The Place to Die 685 Mary Magdalen And Must We Part BOYSE , SAMUEL 121 The Girl I Love The Glory of the Deity 121 The ...
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... Arms The Vow of Tipperary The Bay of Biscay . Lament for the Death of Eoghan Ruadh The Green Little Shamrock O'Neill The Sack of Baltimore CONCANEN , MATTHEW The Boatman of Kinsale The Advice The Right Road A Love Song Maire Bhan Astoir ...
... Arms The Vow of Tipperary The Bay of Biscay . Lament for the Death of Eoghan Ruadh The Green Little Shamrock O'Neill The Sack of Baltimore CONCANEN , MATTHEW The Boatman of Kinsale The Advice The Right Road A Love Song Maire Bhan Astoir ...
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... arms , and muttered wildly : The frightened maid her forehead crossed , And dropped before him mildly . " Oh , slay me not — oh , Kevin , spare The life thy Lord has given ! " He paused , and fixed his barren stare Upon the brightening ...
... arms , and muttered wildly : The frightened maid her forehead crossed , And dropped before him mildly . " Oh , slay me not — oh , Kevin , spare The life thy Lord has given ! " He paused , and fixed his barren stare Upon the brightening ...
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... arms that once caress'd Fall round me deadly now- The smiles of Love no longer part Those dead blue lips of thine I lay my hand upon thy heart , ' Tis cold at last to mine . - Were we beneath our native heaven , Within our native land ...
... arms that once caress'd Fall round me deadly now- The smiles of Love no longer part Those dead blue lips of thine I lay my hand upon thy heart , ' Tis cold at last to mine . - Were we beneath our native heaven , Within our native land ...
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... arms , Soft peace abides and joy excelling . Ye morning airs , how sweet at dawn The slumbering boughs your song awaken , Or linger o'er the silent lawn With odor of the harebell taken . Thou rising sun , how richly gleams Thy smile ...
... arms , Soft peace abides and joy excelling . Ye morning airs , how sweet at dawn The slumbering boughs your song awaken , Or linger o'er the silent lawn With odor of the harebell taken . Thou rising sun , how richly gleams Thy smile ...
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Popular passages
Page 433 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory!
Page 267 - The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 265 - 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...
Page 266 - Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power. Here, as I take my solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks, and...
Page 433 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeams' misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Page 270 - The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose...
Page 270 - These simple blessings of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art; Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their firstborn sway; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined.
Page 267 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from.
Page 264 - E'en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays Through tangled forests and through dangerous ways, Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim ; There, while above the giddy tempest flies, And all around distressful yells arise, The pensive exile, bending with his woe, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Casts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with mine. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss...
Page 262 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...