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James Duffy and Sons, 1870 - 254 páginas
 

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Página iii - CHARACTER The sun set; but set not his hope: Stars rose; his faith was earlier up: Fixed on the enormous galaxy, Deeper and older seemed his eye: And matched his sufferance sublime The taciturnity of time. He spoke, and words more soft than rain Brought the Age of Gold again: His action won such reverence sweet, As hid all measure of the feat.
Página 74 - So come in the evening, or come in the morning; Come when you're looked for, or come without warning: Kisses and welcome you'll find here before you, And the oftener you come here the more I'll adore you! Light is my heart since the day we were plighted; Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted; The green of the trees looks far greener than ever, And the linnets are singing, "True lovers don't sever!
Página 161 - More idly than the summer flies, French tirailleurs rush round ; As stubble to the lava tide, French squadrons strew the ground'; Bombshell and grape and round-shot tore, still on they marched and fired — Fast, from each volley, grenadier and voltigeur retired. " Push on, my household cavalry ! " King Louis madly cried ; To death they rush, but rude their shock — not unavenged they died. On through the camp the column trod — King Louis turns his rein :
Página 131 - Then sunk the grandsire on the floor, his grandbabes clutching wild ; Then fled the maiden moaning faint, and nestled with the child ; But see, yon pirate strangled lies, and crushed with splashing heel, While o'er him in an Irish hand there sweeps his Syrian steel — Though virtue sink, and courage fail, and misers yield their store...
Página 135 - We thought you would not die — we were sure you would not go, And leave us in our utmost need to Cromwell's cruel blow Sheep without a shepherd, when the snow shuts out the sky Oh ! why did you leave us, Owen? Why did you die?
Página 75 - We'll tread round the rath on the track of the fairy, We'll look on the stars, and we'll list to the river, Till you ask of your darling what gift you can give her.
Página 159 - A health to King James," and they bent as they quaffed, " Here's to George the Elector," and fiercely they laughed, " Good luck to the girls we wooed long ago, Where Shannon, and Barrow, and Blackwater flow ; " " God prosper Old Ireland," — you'd think them afraid, So pale grew the chiefs of the Irish Brigade.
Página 32 - National poetry is the very flowering of the soul — the greatest evidence of its health, the greatest excellence of its beauty.
Página 129 - Inisherkin's crumbled fane looks like a moulting bird ; And in a calm and sleepy swell the ocean tide is heard : The hookers lie upon the beach ; the children cease their play ; The gossips leave the little inn ; the households kneel to pray — And full of love, and peace, and rest — its daily labour o'er— Upon that cosy creek there lay the town of Baltimore.
Página 163 - tis bloody now, their guns are filled with gore ; Through shattered ranks and severed files and trampled flags they tore ; The English strove with desperate strength, paused, rallied, scattered, fled ; The green hill-side is matted close with dying and with dead. Across the plain and far away passed on that hideous wrack, While cavalier and fantassin dash in upon their track. On Fontenoy, on Fontenoy, like eagles in the sun, With bloody plumes the Irish stand : the field is...

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