The Speaker, Volume 3Pearson Brothers, 1908 - Readers |
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Page 74
... Maire Bruin . A Faery Child . ( The scene is laid in the Barony of Kilmacowen , in the County of Sligo , and the characters are supposed to speak in Gaelic . They wear the costume of a century ago . ) SCENE . The kitchen of Maurteen ...
... Maire Bruin . A Faery Child . ( The scene is laid in the Barony of Kilmacowen , in the County of Sligo , and the characters are supposed to speak in Gaelic . They wear the costume of a century ago . ) SCENE . The kitchen of Maurteen ...
Page 75
... MAIRE . How a Princess Adene , A daughter of a King of Ireland , heard A voice singing on a May eve like this , And followed , half awake and half asleep , Until she came into the land of faery , Where nobody gets old and godly and ...
... MAIRE . How a Princess Adene , A daughter of a King of Ireland , heard A voice singing on a May eve like this , And followed , half awake and half asleep , Until she came into the land of faery , Where nobody gets old and godly and ...
Page 76
... Maire , have you a primrose to fling Before the door to make a golden path For them to bring good luck into the house ? Remember , they may steal new - married brides After the fall of twilight on May Eve . ( Maire goes over to the ...
... Maire , have you a primrose to fling Before the door to make a golden path For them to bring good luck into the house ? Remember , they may steal new - married brides After the fall of twilight on May Eve . ( Maire goes over to the ...
Page 77
... MAIRE . goes with them must drive through the same storm . ( A knock at the door . Maire opens it and then goes to the dresser and fills a porringer with milk and hands it through the door and takes it back empty and closes the door ...
... MAIRE . goes with them must drive through the same storm . ( A knock at the door . Maire opens it and then goes to the dresser and fills a porringer with milk and hands it through the door and takes it back empty and closes the door ...
Page 78
... Maire opens it , and then takes a sod of turf out of the hearth in the tongs and passes it through the door and closes the door and remains standing by it . ) MAIRE . A little queer old man in a green coat , Who asked a burning sod to ...
... Maire opens it , and then takes a sod of turf out of the hearth in the tongs and passes it through the door and closes the door and remains standing by it . ) MAIRE . A little queer old man in a green coat , Who asked a burning sod to ...
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Page 355 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Page 344 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Page 354 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN ! my Captain ! our fearful trip is done ; The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring. But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies. Fallen cold and dead.
Page 349 - It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page 314 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 343 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, 'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never - nevermore.
Page 318 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 307 - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone.
Page 351 - In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant palace— reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there; Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Page 316 - And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.