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... fire ; O wirra - sthru ! O wirra - sthru ! How sunny looks my pleasant home , O wirra - sthru ! O wirra - sthru ! Those flowers for me shall never bloom , O wirra - sthru ! O wirra - sthru ! I seek new friends , and I am told , That ...
... fire ; O wirra - sthru ! O wirra - sthru ! How sunny looks my pleasant home , O wirra - sthru ! O wirra - sthru ! Those flowers for me shall never bloom , O wirra - sthru ! O wirra - sthru ! I seek new friends , and I am told , That ...
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... fire in the cause it approved . Lost ever to fashion - to vanity lost , That beauty that once was the song and the toast - No more in the ballroom that figure we meet , But gliding at dusk to the wretch's retreat . Forgot in the halls ...
... fire in the cause it approved . Lost ever to fashion - to vanity lost , That beauty that once was the song and the toast - No more in the ballroom that figure we meet , But gliding at dusk to the wretch's retreat . Forgot in the halls ...
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... fire of the spoiler on Lom- bardy blazed , And the Moslemin shout in the desert was raised , And high o'er the wreek of a fear- stricken world The standard of hell to the winds was unfurled , Faith , bleeding , retired to the land of ...
... fire of the spoiler on Lom- bardy blazed , And the Moslemin shout in the desert was raised , And high o'er the wreek of a fear- stricken world The standard of hell to the winds was unfurled , Faith , bleeding , retired to the land of ...
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... fire ; Our babes , by sweetest slumber lull'd , In rosy silence lay , Like buds to grace a garland cull'd Upon a summer day . " A knock ! -hark ! -hush ! - ' twas but the hail That smote our single pane Still fiercer beat the ruffian ...
... fire ; Our babes , by sweetest slumber lull'd , In rosy silence lay , Like buds to grace a garland cull'd Upon a summer day . " A knock ! -hark ! -hush ! - ' twas but the hail That smote our single pane Still fiercer beat the ruffian ...
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... fire within my veins Was kindling while he spoke . " He mark'd my heat : - ' And if thou hast A pulse for Ireland still If thou canst wind a merry blast Upon a moonlight hill — If selfish hopes and craven fears Have left thy courage ...
... fire within my veins Was kindling while he spoke . " He mark'd my heat : - ' And if thou hast A pulse for Ireland still If thou canst wind a merry blast Upon a moonlight hill — If selfish hopes and craven fears Have left thy courage ...
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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...