IrelandHoughton, Mifflin, 1876 - English poetry |
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Common terms and phrases
abbey Athunree Aubrey de Vere Ballyshannon beauty beneath Blarney blue bogwood fire bonnie green woods bosom Boyne brave breast breath bride bright Brosna's banks Castle Clondallagh Clonmacnoise Coleraine Dark Rosaleen dead death deep doth dream Duhallow Eileen a Roon Erin Erin's eyes fair Felicia Hemans Flower of Finae foes Glandore Glashen-Glora gleam glen Glenara grave gray hath heard heart heaven hills holy Innisfail Ireland Irish isle James Clarence Mangan King Kinkora lake land light Limavaddy lonely maid maiden Mary morning mountain mournful ne'er night o'er river Robert Dwyer Joyce rock round ruined Samuel Ferguson Says the Shan scene Shan Van Vocht shine shore sing smile Soggarth Aroon song soul sound stood stream sweet Glandore sword thee There's thine Thomas D'Arcy McGee Thomas Davis Thomas Moore thou tide-top Tipperary towers voice walls waters wave weeping wild William Allingham winds woods of Killeevy
Popular passages
Page 161 - Sweet Auburn! parent of the blissful hour, Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power. Here, as I take my solitary rounds...
Page 161 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove...
Page 141 - THE BELLS OF SHANDON With deep affection and recollection I often think of those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee.
Page 224 - All day long, in unrest, To and fro do I move. The very soul within my breast Is wasted for you, love! The heart ... in my bosom faints To think of you, my Queen, My life of life, my saint of saints, My Dark Rosaleen!
Page 61 - You're sent as a plague to the girls of Coleraine." I sat down beside her, and gently did chide her, That such a misfortune should give her such pain. A kiss then I gave her; and ere I did leave her, She vowed for such pleasure she'd break it again.
Page 198 - The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled.
Page 224 - Over dews, over sands, Will I fly for your weal: Your holy, delicate white hands Shall girdle me with steel. At home, in your emerald bowers, From morning's dawn till e'en, You'll pray for me, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen!
Page 225 - I could kneel all night in prayer, To heal your many ills ! And one beamy smile from you Would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true, My dark Rosaleen ! My...
Page 223 - I sailed with sails On river and on lake. The Erne, at its highest flood, I dashed across unseen, For there was lightning in my blood, My dark Rosaleen!
Page 61 - As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping With a pitcher of milk, from the fair of Coleraine, When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher it tumbled, And all the sweet buttermilk watered the plain.