Irish Literature, Količina 2Justin McCarthy, Maurice Francis Egan, Charles Welsh, Douglas Hyde, Lady Gregory, James Jeffrey Roche J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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Stran 468 - Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, Sir, Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers,' This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle. Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parishStocks for a vagrant.
Stran 808 - IT is not Beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand, Nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair : Tell me not of your starry eyes, Your lips that seem on roses fed, Your breasts, where Cupid tumbling lies Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed : — A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks Like Hebe's in her ruddiest hours, A breath that softer music speaks Than summer winds a-wooing flowers, These are but gauds : nay what are lips ? Coral beneath the ocean-stream, Whose...
Stran 749 - ve had wrongs To stir a fever in the blood of age, Or make the infant's sinews strong as steel. This day 's the birth of sorrow; this hour's work Will breed proscriptions! Look to your hearths, my Lords! For there, henceforth, shall sit, for household gods, . Shapes hot from Tartarus; all shames...
Stran 468 - Who in their coaches roll along the turnpikeroad, what hard work 'tis crying all day, "Knives and Scissors to grind O ! " Tell me, Knife-grinder, how you came to grind knives : Did some rich man tyrannically use you ? Was it the 'Squire? or Parson of the Parish? Or the Attorney? Was it the 'Squire, for killing of his game? or Covetous Parson, for his tithes distraining? Or roguish Lawyer, made you lose your little All in a lawsuit? (Have you not read the Rights of Man...
Stran 747 - And still do scorn, to hide my sense of wrong. Who brands me on the forehead, breaks my sword, Or lays the bloody scourge upon my back, Wrongs me not half so much as he who shuts The gates of honor on me — turning out The Roman from his birthright ; and for what...
Stran 573 - Out from many a mud-wall cabin Eyes were watching thro' that night ; Many a manly chest was throbbing For the blessed warning light. Murmurs passed along the valleys, Like the banshee's lonely croon, And a thousand blades were flashing At the risin
Stran 467 - Sweet kerchief, checked with heavenly blue, Which once my love sat knotting in ! — Alas! Matilda then was true! At least I thought so at the U — I0 — niversity of Gottingen — — niversity of Gottingen.
Stran 467 - U— — niversity of Gottingen — — niversity of Gottingen. There first for thee my passion grew, Sweet! sweet Matilda Pottingen! Thou wast the daughter of my tu — tor, Law Professor at the U — — niversity of Gottingen — — niversity of Gottingen.
Stran 613 - Spain's daughter. O ! farmer, strong farmer ! You can spend at the fair But your face you must turn To your crops and your care. And soldiers — red soldiers ! You've seen many lands ; But you walk two by two, And by captain's commands.
Stran 398 - The Celt's quick feeling for what is noble and distinguished gave his poetry style; his indomitable personality gave it pride and passion; his sensibility and nervous exaltation gave it a better gift still, the gift of rendering with wonderful felicity the magical charm of nature.