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... passed at sunset mellow , And Ouler's lake , where far and wide Its haunted flame shone yellow . Night fell - day rose - night fell again , And the dim day - dawn found her On Glendalough's deep bosomed plain , With lake and cliff ...
... passed at sunset mellow , And Ouler's lake , where far and wide Its haunted flame shone yellow . Night fell - day rose - night fell again , And the dim day - dawn found her On Glendalough's deep bosomed plain , With lake and cliff ...
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... passed away ! “ I had a son one only , One loved as my life , Thy hand has left me lonely In that accursed strife . - I pledged my word to save thee Until the storm should cease , I keep the pledge I gave thee Arise , and go in peace ...
... passed away ! “ I had a son one only , One loved as my life , Thy hand has left me lonely In that accursed strife . - I pledged my word to save thee Until the storm should cease , I keep the pledge I gave thee Arise , and go in peace ...
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... passed him late , I passed him late ; A glance just sidelong given , Told all his fate , told all his fate ; His step no longer airy , His head it hung , his head it hung , Ah , well I knew that Mary , She had a tongue , she had a ...
... passed him late , I passed him late ; A glance just sidelong given , Told all his fate , told all his fate ; His step no longer airy , His head it hung , his head it hung , Ah , well I knew that Mary , She had a tongue , she had a ...
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... passing year . Though lonely be thy place on earth , and few The tongues that name thee on thy native plains . Where sorrow first thy gentle presence crossed . And dreary tints o'er all the future threw ! While life's young zeal yet ...
... passing year . Though lonely be thy place on earth , and few The tongues that name thee on thy native plains . Where sorrow first thy gentle presence crossed . And dreary tints o'er all the future threw ! While life's young zeal yet ...
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... passed the solemn test and examination , and was recom- mended by the sanction and authority of this learned assembly . In this parliament of Tara , that wise prince Ollamh Fodhla ordained that a distinction should be observed between ...
... passed the solemn test and examination , and was recom- mended by the sanction and authority of this learned assembly . In this parliament of Tara , that wise prince Ollamh Fodhla ordained that a distinction should be observed between ...
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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...