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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... Girl's Lamentation . 383 Adieu to Ballyshannon 384 BURKE , EDMUND 559 Speech on American Taxation Mary of Clorah 559 BURKE , REV . THOMAS N. BANIM , JOHN 578 The Curse of Ignorance Irish Mary National Music . • 578 The Old Man at the ...
... Girl's Lamentation . 383 Adieu to Ballyshannon 384 BURKE , EDMUND 559 Speech on American Taxation Mary of Clorah 559 BURKE , REV . THOMAS N. BANIM , JOHN 578 The Curse of Ignorance Irish Mary National Music . • 578 The Old Man at the ...
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... Girl . The Dark Girl at the Holy Well My Mary of the Curling Hair . The Dying Mother's Lament Gilla - Ma - Chree The Holly and Ivy Girl . For I am Desolate . Once I had a True - Love . KELLY , EVA MARY . A Soldier To - night is Our ...
... Girl . The Dark Girl at the Holy Well My Mary of the Curling Hair . The Dying Mother's Lament Gilla - Ma - Chree The Holly and Ivy Girl . For I am Desolate . Once I had a True - Love . KELLY , EVA MARY . A Soldier To - night is Our ...
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... Girls of the West 459 The Widow Malone 460 MAHONY , FRANCIS S. To Meet the French in the Morning 460 Pray for Me ... Girl I left behind Me 131 The Nameless One . The Whistlin ' Thief 131 Dark Rosaleen Barney O'Hea 132 A Highway for ...
... Girls of the West 459 The Widow Malone 460 MAHONY , FRANCIS S. To Meet the French in the Morning 460 Pray for Me ... Girl I left behind Me 131 The Nameless One . The Whistlin ' Thief 131 Dark Rosaleen Barney O'Hea 132 A Highway for ...
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... Girl Mairgread ni Chealleadh Longing Cormac Oge Brighidin Ban Mo Store Song of the Irish - American Regiments Hand in Hand Song of the Penal Days The Irish National Guard to His Sister The Maid of Ballyhaunis The Litany of Loretto WILDE ...
... Girl Mairgread ni Chealleadh Longing Cormac Oge Brighidin Ban Mo Store Song of the Irish - American Regiments Hand in Hand Song of the Penal Days The Irish National Guard to His Sister The Maid of Ballyhaunis The Litany of Loretto WILDE ...
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... GIRL . THE tie is broke , my Irish girl ! - That bound thee here to me , My heart has lost its single pearl , And thine at last is free - Dead as the earth that wraps thy clay , Dead as the stone above thee- Cold as this heart that ...
... GIRL . THE tie is broke , my Irish girl ! - That bound thee here to me , My heart has lost its single pearl , And thine at last is free - Dead as the earth that wraps thy clay , Dead as the stone above thee- Cold as this heart that ...
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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...