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... Tell She is far from the Land Lullaby This Life is all Chequered Mother and Son . Oh , the Shamrock Grandmother's Song ' Tis the Last Rose of Summer Shamrocks MURPHY , KATE MARY ( " Brigid " ) Sentenced xvi INDEX OF AUTHORS .
... Tell She is far from the Land Lullaby This Life is all Chequered Mother and Son . Oh , the Shamrock Grandmother's Song ' Tis the Last Rose of Summer Shamrocks MURPHY , KATE MARY ( " Brigid " ) Sentenced xvi INDEX OF AUTHORS .
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... mid the wild commotion , An Orangeman alone . 66 My hair , " he said , “ is hoary , And feeble is my hand , And I could tell a story Would shame your cruel band . Full twenty years and over Have changed my heart and 12 GERALD GRIFFIN .
... mid the wild commotion , An Orangeman alone . 66 My hair , " he said , “ is hoary , And feeble is my hand , And I could tell a story Would shame your cruel band . Full twenty years and over Have changed my heart and 12 GERALD GRIFFIN .
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... tell the love I feel , And few give timid truth the faith they yield to seeming zeal ; The friends who loved me thought me cold , and fell off one by one , And left me in my solitude to live and love alone . But each pleasant grove of ...
... tell the love I feel , And few give timid truth the faith they yield to seeming zeal ; The friends who loved me thought me cold , and fell off one by one , And left me in my solitude to live and love alone . But each pleasant grove of ...
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... tell them a poor lad in Ireland Is breaking his heart for your sake . It's folly to keep you from going , Though , faith , it's a mighty hard case ; For , Kathleen , you know , there's no knowing When next I shall see your swate face ...
... tell them a poor lad in Ireland Is breaking his heart for your sake . It's folly to keep you from going , Though , faith , it's a mighty hard case ; For , Kathleen , you know , there's no knowing When next I shall see your swate face ...
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... Tell thou the world , when my bones lie whitening Amid the last homes of youth and eld , That there was once one whose veins ran lightning No eye beheld . Tell how his boyhood was one drear night - hour , How shone for him , through his ...
... Tell thou the world , when my bones lie whitening Amid the last homes of youth and eld , That there was once one whose veins ran lightning No eye beheld . Tell how his boyhood was one drear night - hour , How shone for him , through his ...
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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...