The Lament of the Emerald Isle

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William Hone, 1818 - 1 páginas
 

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Página 222 - And sure it is yet a most beautiful and sweet country as any is under heaven, being stored throughout with many goodly rivers, replenished with all sorts of fish most abundantly, sprinkled with many...
Página 193 - Of spellful song, and eloquence divine, Painting's sweet power, Philosophy's pure flame, And Homer's lyre, and Ossian's harp were mine, The splendid arts of Erin, Greece, and Rome, In Mary lost, would lose their wonted grace ; All would I give to snatch her from the tomb, Again to fold her in my fond embrace. Desponding, sick, exhausted with my grief, Awhile the founts of sorrow cease to flow ; In vain ! — I rest not — sleep brings no relief ; Cheerless, companionless, I wake to woe.
Página 172 - To the Memory of OLIVER GOLDSMITH, Poet, Natural Philosopher, and Historian : Who left no species of Writing untouched; or, Unadorned by his Pen, Whether to move laughter, Or...
Página 227 - I must do it justice : it was a complete system, full of coherence and consistency ; well digested and well composed in all its parts. It was a machine of wise and elaborate contrivance ; and as well fitted for the oppression, impoverishment, and degradation of a people, and the debasement, in them, of human nature itself, as ever proceeded from the perverted ingenuity of man.
Página 16 - St. Irvyne; \ or, \ The Rosicrucian. \ A Romance. | By | A Gentleman | of the University of Oxford. | London: | Printed for JJ Stockdale, | 41, Pall Mall. | 1811.
Página 194 - Now doom'd to mourn my last sad years away ; My life a solitude, my heart a void. Alas ! the change, to change again no more, For every comfort is with Mary fled ; And ceaseless anguish shall her loss deplore, Till age and sorrow join me with the dead. Adieu...
Página 201 - ... now you stand like elves, at the door of your own pandemonium. The armed youth of the country, like a thousand streams, thundered from a thousand hills, and filled the plain with the congregated waters, in whose mirror...
Página 202 - The armed youth of the country, like a thousand streams, thundered from a thousand hills, and filled the plain with the congregated waters, in whose mirror was seen, for a moment, the watery image of the British constitution ; the waters subside, the torrents cease, the rill ripples within its own bed, and the boys and children of the village paddle in the brook.
Página 212 - I value the just prerogatives of ancient nobility, but to the tears and regrets of a nation, bending over the urn of public and private excellence, as Ireland did over his, what has Heraldry to add, or, at such moments, what can it bestow ? . . , / Sir William Osborne was a most attentive, acute, and discriminating member of the House of Commons.
Página 210 - His speeches, when he first entered the house of commons, were very brilliant, very figurative, and far more remarkable for that elegant, poetic taste which had highly distinguished him when a member of the university than any logical illustration or depth of argument But as he was blessed with great endowments, every session took away somewhat from the unnecessary splendour and redundancy of his harangues. To make use of a phrase of Cicero, in speaking of his own...

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