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Maunsel & Company, Limited, 1917 - 271페이지
 

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224 페이지 - AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS O, to have a little house ! To own the hearth and stool and all! The heaped up sods upon the fire, The pile of turf against the wall! To have a clock with weights and chains And pendulum swinging up and down! A dresser filled with shining delph, Speckled and white and blue and brown! I could be busy all the day Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor, And fixing on their shelf again My white and blue and speckled store!
222 페이지 - But one little rebel there, Watching all with laughter, Thought " When the Fenians come I'll rise and go after." Wished she had been a boy And a good deal older — Able to walk for miles With a gun on her shoulder. Able to lift aloft The Green Flag o'er them (Red-coats and black police Flying before them).
212 페이지 - MY sorrow that I am not by the little dun By the lake of the starlings at Rosses under the hill, And the larks there, singing over the fields of dew, Or evening there and the sedges still. For plain I see now the length of the yellow sand, And Lissadell far off and its leafy ways, And the holy mountain whose mighty heart Gathers into it all the colored days. My sorrow that I am not by the little dun By the lake of the starlings at evening when all is still, And still in whispering sedges the herons...
253 페이지 - Court ; the strictest etiquette and decorum were preserved in that circle ; whilst the pit, as being full of critics and wise men, was particularly respected, except when the young gentlemen of the University occasionally forced themselves in, to revenge some insult, real or imagined, to a member of their body ; on which occasions, all the ladies, well-dressed men, and peaceable people, generally, decamped forthwith, and the young gentlemen as generally proceeded to beat or turn out the residue of...
212 페이지 - Twilight people, why will you still be crying, Crying and calling to me out of the trees ? For under the quiet grass the wise are lying, And all the strong ones are gone over the seas.
208 페이지 - RED HANRAHAN'S SONG ABOUT IRELAND THE old brown thorn trees break in two high over Cummen Strand, Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand; Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies, But we have hidden in our hearts the flame out of the eyes Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan. The wind has bundled up the clouds high over Knocknarea, And thrown the thunder on the stones for all that Maeve can say. Angers that are like...
214 페이지 - Artists are fortunate in that the colour of Irish life is still radiant. One hears on all sides of greyness, emigration, degeneracy, but one has only to look about to see that the cry has no mouth.
224 페이지 - To Meath of the pastures , From wet hills by the sea, Through Leitrim and Longford Go my cattle and me. I hear in the darkness Their slipping and breathing. I name them the bye-ways They're to pass without heeding. Then the wet, winding roads. Brown bogs with black water; And my thoughts on white ships And the King o
71 페이지 - He was eccentric in his habits, almost to insanity, and compounded of oppositcs ; an insatiable reader of novels; an elegant preacher; an incessant dancer, which propensity he carried to such an extent, that he darkened his drawing-room windows, and indulged during the daytime...

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