The Reliques of Father Prout, Late P.P. of Watergrasshill, in the County of Cork, Ireland, 1±ÇJames Fraser, 1836 |
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... o'er eternity , Whose bark goes on and on , and anchor'd ne'er shall be ! " But when Howard explored the secrets of every prison - house in Europe , performing that which Burke classically described as " a circumnavigation of cha- rity ...
... o'er eternity , Whose bark goes on and on , and anchor'd ne'er shall be ! " But when Howard explored the secrets of every prison - house in Europe , performing that which Burke classically described as " a circumnavigation of cha- rity ...
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... was called , first , to the singular bashfulness of the learned man , in curtailing from his signature on this occasion the usual appendages that shed such lustre o'er his name . He lies before us in THE WATERGRASSHILL CAROUSAL . 101.
... was called , first , to the singular bashfulness of the learned man , in curtailing from his signature on this occasion the usual appendages that shed such lustre o'er his name . He lies before us in THE WATERGRASSHILL CAROUSAL . 101.
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Francis Mahony. lustre o'er his name . He lies before us in this epistle a simple D.D. , whereas he certainly is entitled to write himself F. R.S. , M. R.I.A. , F.R.A.S. , F. L.S. , F.Z.S. , F. C. P.S. , & c . Thus , in his letter , saw ...
Francis Mahony. lustre o'er his name . He lies before us in this epistle a simple D.D. , whereas he certainly is entitled to write himself F. R.S. , M. R.I.A. , F.R.A.S. , F. L.S. , F.Z.S. , F. C. P.S. , & c . Thus , in his letter , saw ...
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... o'er the land or the wave , Or in grots subterranean , Or up the blue Mediterranean , Near Etna's big crater , Or across the equator , Where , within St. Helena , there lieth an emperor's grave ; ¥Å¥ô¥ê¥å¥é¥ñ¥ï¥ãέ¥í¥å¥é¥ï¥í . ¥Ó¥çς ¥å¥ì¥çς ¥á¥ê¥ñ¥ïά¥ò¥è¥å ¥Ø¥ä¥çς ...
... o'er the land or the wave , Or in grots subterranean , Or up the blue Mediterranean , Near Etna's big crater , Or across the equator , Where , within St. Helena , there lieth an emperor's grave ; ¥Å¥ô¥ê¥å¥é¥ñ¥ï¥ãέ¥í¥å¥é¥ï¥í . ¥Ó¥çς ¥å¥ì¥çς ¥á¥ê¥ñ¥ïά¥ò¥è¥å ¥Ø¥ä¥çς ...
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... o'er the lawn , Or the spirit that dwells In the lonely harebells , Or a witch from the big lake Ontario ! ' Twould fit in so tight , So brilliant and bright , And be made of such capital stuff , That no food Must needs be eschew'd On ...
... o'er the lawn , Or the spirit that dwells In the lonely harebells , Or a witch from the big lake Ontario ! ' Twould fit in so tight , So brilliant and bright , And be made of such capital stuff , That no food Must needs be eschew'd On ...
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40 ÆäÀÌÁö - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
219 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
214 ÆäÀÌÁö - Chiare, fresche e dolci acque, ove le belle membra pose colei che sola a me par donna; gentil ramo ove piacque (con sospir mi rimembra) a lei di fare al bel fianco colonna; erba e fior che la gonna leggiadra ricoverse co l'angelico seno; aere sacro sereno ove Amor co' begli occhi il cor m'aperse: date udìenzia insieme a le dolenti mie parole estreme.
257 ÆäÀÌÁö - With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would In the days of childhood Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder Sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower...
245 ÆäÀÌÁö - For, oh, if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this ! There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die ; One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss : And oh...
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel...
199 ÆäÀÌÁö - He gave the little wealth he had, To build a house for fools and mad: And showed by one satiric touch, No nation wanted it so much: That kingdom he hath left his debtor, I wish it soon may have a better.
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a stone there That whoever kisses, Oh ! he never misses To grow eloquent. 'Tis he may clamber To a lady's chamber, Or become a member Of Parliament: A clever spouter He'll sure to turn out, or An out-and-outer, "To be let alone.
258 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE BELLS OF SHANDON With deep affection and recollection I often think of those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee.