The Popular Poets and Poetry of Ireland: And Choice Selections in Prose from the Works of Famous Irish Writers and OratorsR. Nagle, 1887 - 720ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Dear Enviable Scene Domestic Love To my Countrymen Cupid Carrying Provisions Jealousy Retreat of the French Army from Moscow The Burial Place Belshazzar On Songs Cataline to the Roman Army Contentment in Adversity The Genius of Death ...
... Dear Enviable Scene Domestic Love To my Countrymen Cupid Carrying Provisions Jealousy Retreat of the French Army from Moscow The Burial Place Belshazzar On Songs Cataline to the Roman Army Contentment in Adversity The Genius of Death ...
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... Dear Harp of My Country Prison Thoughts My Gentle Harp I Would Not Die In the Morning of Life Speech from the Dock As Slow Our Ship . Address to the Sword When Cold in the Earth Dan Callaghan and Gansey the Piper . Remember Thee Whene ...
... Dear Harp of My Country Prison Thoughts My Gentle Harp I Would Not Die In the Morning of Life Speech from the Dock As Slow Our Ship . Address to the Sword When Cold in the Earth Dan Callaghan and Gansey the Piper . Remember Thee Whene ...
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... dear girl ! My mountain maid , arise ! GILLI - MA - CHREE . Gilli - ma - chree , Sit down by me ; We now are joined , and ne'er shall sever ; This hearth's our own , Our hearts are one , And peace is ours for ever ! When I was poor ...
... dear girl ! My mountain maid , arise ! GILLI - MA - CHREE . Gilli - ma - chree , Sit down by me ; We now are joined , and ne'er shall sever ; This hearth's our own , Our hearts are one , And peace is ours for ever ! When I was poor ...
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... dear . Oh , Kathleen , agra ! don't be minding The flattering speeches they'd make ; But 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 ...
... dear . Oh , Kathleen , agra ! don't be minding The flattering speeches they'd make ; But 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 ...
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... dear loved hand ? " Oh ! the folks that read and write ( though they're so mighty clever ) , See nothin ' but the words , and they're soon read through ; But Katey's unread letter would be speaking to me ever Of the dear love that she ...
... dear loved hand ? " Oh ! the folks that read and write ( though they're so mighty clever ) , See nothin ' but the words , and they're soon read through ; But Katey's unread letter would be speaking to me ever Of the dear love that she ...
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433 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
267 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
266 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power. Here, as I take my solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks, and...
433 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
270 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
270 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
267 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
264 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
262 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...