Sketches of the Highlands of Cavan, and of Shirley Castle, in Farney, Taken During the Irish FamineJ. Reed, 1856 - 316 páginas |
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a-half agitation ancient Bailieborough barony of Farney Bellamont Belturbet Bible borough Carrickmacross castle Christian Church Cloughoughter Castle Cootehill county Cavan county Monaghan death demesne Doyle Dublin Earl English fanatical Farney Farnham feeling Fermanagh give heart highlands of Cavan hill honour human hundred Ireland Irish James Kilmore King Kingscourt lake land landlords liberty live Lord Lough Erne Lough Gowna Lough Ramor Lough Sheelin MacMahon miles mind Monaghan moral mountain murder native O'Nial O'Reillys once parish Parliament passed paupers peace peasantry plantation of Ulster Plunkett political Popery population potato potato blight Presbyterian present priests Protestant rebellion rebels reign religion rent residence Ribbonmen river River Erne Roman Catholic ruin Scriptures Shircock Shirley side Sir Charles Coote sketch social spirit squatter stands taste tenants thing truth Ulster village whilst wild
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Página 209 - Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children: whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Página 30 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Página 263 - Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar, and to anticipate the skies.
Página 113 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Página 290 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all the...
Página 294 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Página 233 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear ; Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal.
Página 53 - No facts have been preserved to sustain an account, or even a conjecture, of the numbers that perished in this extraordinary mortality. I only find, that during three months, five, and at length ten, thousand persons died each day at Constantinople; that many cities of the East were left vacant, and that in several districts of Italy the harvest and the vintage withered on the ground.
Página 209 - And the tree of the field shall yield her fruit, and the earth shall yield her increase, and they shall be safe in their land and shall know that I am the Lord, when I have broken the bands of their yoke and delivered them out of the hand of those that served themselves of them. "And they shall no more be a prey to the heathen, neither shall the beasts of the land devour them; but they shall dwell safely, and none shall make them afraid.
Página 280 - Muse's flame. far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, their sober wishes never learned to stray; along the cool sequestered vale of life they kept the noiseless tenor of their way.