The Poems of Thomas Davis: Now First Collected. With Notes and Historical IllustrationsJames Duffy, 1857 - 232 páginas |
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The Poems of Thomas Davis: Now First Collected : with Notes and Historical ... Thomas Davis Visualização integral - 1846 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Amhalgaidh Annie Armagh army BALLADS banner Bantry Bay battle BATTLE OF BENBURB bhán a stóir brave castle cavalry Celts city of Luimneach clan Clare's Dragoons Connaught Cremona crúisgín lán Cuirassiers CYMRIC Dathi DAVIS dear death Dungannon Eibhlín English Eoghan fight flag Fontenoy Freedom gallant gan oidhir n-a genius Geraldines Glengariff Green will carry guard hand heart hill honour hope horse Ireland Irish army Irish Brigade Kinsale land Limerick look Lord Luimneach linn-ghlas maiden Máire bhán Men of Harlech Monro mountain Munster Nation native never numbers o'er O'Neill oidhir n-a bh-farradh Orange and Green Owen Roe OWEN ROE O'NEILL Poems poor exile proud regiment round ruin sabre Sacsanach Sarsfield Saxon sing slain slave soldiers SONGS soul spirit sweet sword There's Tipperary trees troops truagh gan oidhir TRUE IRISH KING Ululu victory Viva Vulgo waves weep William flying
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Página 149 - More idly than the summer flies, French tirailleurs rush round ; As stubble to the lava tide, French squadrons strew the ground ; Bomb-shell, 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 : "Not yet, my liege...
Página 116 - Oh! some are for the arsenals, by beauteous Dardanelles ; And some are in the caravan to Mecca's sandy dells, The maid that Bandon gallant sought is chosen for the Dey— She's safe — he's dead — she stabbed him in the midst of his Serai.
Página 147 - Thrice, at the huts of Fontenoy, the English column failed, And, twice, the lines of Saint Antoine, the Dutch in vain assailed ; For town and slope were filled with fort and flanking battery, And well they swept the English ranks, and Dutch auxiliary. As vainly through De...
Página 202 - No ! on an Irish green hill-side, On an opening lawn — but not too wide ; For I love the drip of the wetted trees — I love not the gales, but a gentle breeze, To freshen the turf — put no tombstone there, But green sods decked with daisies fair ; Nor sods too deep, but so that the dew The matted grass-roots may trickle through.
Página 130 - They bribed the flock, they bribed the son, To sell the priest and rob the sire ; Their dogs were taught alike to run Upon the scent of wolf and friar. Among the poor, Or on the moor, Were hid the pious and the true — While traitor knave, And recreant slave, Had riches, rank, and retinue ; And, exiled in those penal days, Our banners over Europe blaze.
Página 161 - My heart overflowed, and I clasped his old hand, And I blessed him, and blessed every one of his band: "Sweet, sweet 'tis to find that such faith can remain To the cause, and the man so long vanquished and slain!
Página 118 - Wail, wail ye for the Mighty One ! Wail, wail ye for the Dead ! Quench the hearth, and hold the breath — with ashes strew the head ! How tenderly we loved him ! How deeply we deplore ! Holy Saviour ! but to think we shall never see him more!
Página 55 - We meet in the market and fair — We meet in the morning and night — He sits on the half of my chair, And my people are wild with delight. Yet I long through the winter to skim, Though Eoghan longs more I can see, When I will be married to him, And he will be married to me.
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