Irish Literature, Volumen 1Justin McCarthy, Maurice Francis Egan, Charles Welsh, Douglas Hyde, Lady Gregory, James Jeffrey Roche J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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... round us still by the river ; on the hill You can see the white pavilions round the standard of their chief ; But the Lord is up in heaven , though the chances are uneven , Though the boom is in the river whence we looked for our relief ...
... round us still by the river ; on the hill You can see the white pavilions round the standard of their chief ; But the Lord is up in heaven , though the chances are uneven , Though the boom is in the river whence we looked for our relief ...
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... round , By the long sunlight be his forehead crowned . For cathedral panes ablaze with stories , For the tapers in the nave and choir , Give him lights auroral - give him glories Mingled of the rose and of the fire . Let the wild winds ...
... round , By the long sunlight be his forehead crowned . For cathedral panes ablaze with stories , For the tapers in the nave and choir , Give him lights auroral - give him glories Mingled of the rose and of the fire . Let the wild winds ...
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... round you I'd hardly see the rest . Be what it may the time of day , the place be where it will , Sweet looks of Mary Donnelly , they bloom before me still . Her eyes like mountain water that's flowing on a rock , How clear they are ...
... round you I'd hardly see the rest . Be what it may the time of day , the place be where it will , Sweet looks of Mary Donnelly , they bloom before me still . Her eyes like mountain water that's flowing on a rock , How clear they are ...
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... round the rocks , and the whin - bloom smells like honey ; But the winter ' s coming fast with its foggy , snowy weather , And you'll find it bleak and chill on your hill among the heather . " She praised her mountain home , and I'll ...
... round the rocks , and the whin - bloom smells like honey ; But the winter ' s coming fast with its foggy , snowy weather , And you'll find it bleak and chill on your hill among the heather . " She praised her mountain home , and I'll ...
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... , Tick - tack - too ! " Nine - and - ninety treasure crocks , This keen miser - fairy hath , Hid in mountain , wood , and rocks , Ruin and round - tower , cave and rath , 20 IRISH LITERATURE . The Leprecaun, or Fairy Shoemaker.
... , Tick - tack - too ! " Nine - and - ninety treasure crocks , This keen miser - fairy hath , Hid in mountain , wood , and rocks , Ruin and round - tower , cave and rath , 20 IRISH LITERATURE . The Leprecaun, or Fairy Shoemaker.
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Términos y frases comunes
afore afther Arabella arms avich Banim beautiful Biddy Biddy's blessed break'ast Brehon law brother cabin cried Croppy daughter dear death dirty fellows door Dublin ears English Academy exclaimed eyes face father gentlemen give glance hand head hear heard heart heaven hill honor Howard Ireland IRISH LITERATURE Ivor Jack Mullins James Charles Buchmahon JANE BARLOW Joe Murphy JOHN BANIM knew light lips look Lord Mawworm MICHAEL BANIM Michaul mind morning Mullins Murphy Neddy never night Old Lady Lambert ould Pat Murphy Peery poor prisoner Quadrupeds resumed ROBERT STAWELL BALL round seemed sheep side Sir Boyle Sir Boyle Roche Sir John smile Soggarth aroon stars stood sure sword Tack'em tears tell thee thing thought tion took Trinity College turned Vinegar Hill voice whispered wife women words young
Pasajes populares
Página 71 - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Página 292 - We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed ; we are perplexed, but not in despair ; persecuted, but not forsaken ; cast down, but not destroyed; always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body. For we which live, are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.
Página 19 - In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men ; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!
Página 391 - I impeach him in the name of all the Commons of Great Britain in Parliament assembled, whose parliamentary trust he has betrayed. I impeach him in the name of the Commons of Great Britain, whose national character he has dishonored.
Página 3 - He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by His precious blood. There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin, He only could unlock the gate Of heaven, and let us in.
Página 1 - And no man saw it e'er ; For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.
Página 392 - ... and sanctifies a great character, will not suffer me to censure any part of his conduct. I am afraid to flatter him ; I am sure I am not disposed to blame him. Let those who have betrayed him by their adulation insult him with their malevolence. But what I do not presume to censure I may have leave to lament.
Página 86 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Página 2 - And had he not high honor? — The hillside for a pall; To lie in state while angels wait, With stars for tapers tall, And the dark rock-pines like tossing plumes Over his bier to wave; And God's own hand, in that lonely land, To lay him in the grave; In that strange grave, without a name, Whence his uncoffined clay Shall break again — oh, wondrous thought!
Página 372 - There was Burke, ignorant, indeed, or negligent of the art of adapting his reasonings and his style to the capacity and taste of his hearers, but in amplitude of comprehension and richness of imagination superior to every orator, ancient or modern.