Ireland: Its Scenery, Character and History, Volumen2Francis A. Niccolls, 1911 |
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Página 46 - On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear, cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days, In the wave beneath him shining! Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime, Catch a glimpse of the days that are over, Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time For the long-faded glories they cover!
Página 394 - William and Mary, by the grace of God King and Queen of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland, defenders of the faith.
Página 116 - It was a chosen plott of fertile land, Emongst wide waves sett, like a litle nest, As if it had by Natures cunning hand Bene choycely picked out from all the rest, And laid forth for ensample of the best...
Página 99 - Scully, thou false one ! you basely betrayed him In his strong hour of need, when thy right hand should aid him; He fed thee, he clad thee, you had all could delight thee, You left him, you sold him ; may Heaven requite thee...
Página 358 - Anno 1180; this abbey of Innisf alien being ever esteemed a paradise and a secure sanctuary, the treasure and the most valuable effects of the whole country were deposited in the hands of the clergy; notwithstanding which, we find the abbey was plundered in this year by Maolduin, son of Daniel O'Donoghue. Many of the clergy were slain, and even in their cemetery, by the Macarthys. But God soon punished this act of impiety and sacrilege, by bringing many of its authors to an untimely end.
Página 70 - balance rock," and it is doubtless a Druidical remain of remote antiquity. Moore likens it to the poet's heart, which " The slightest touch alone sets moving, But all earth's power could not shake from its base." Leaving
Página 99 - On thy dark road of life May no kind one befriend thee ! May fevers long burn thee, And agues long freeze thee ! May the strong hand of God In His red anger seize thee ! Had he died calmly I would not deplore him, Or if the wild strife Of the sea-war closed o'er him ; But with ropes round his white limbs Through ocean to trail him, Like a fish after slaughter — 'Tis therefore I wail him. Long may the curse Of his people pursue them : Scully that sold him, And soldier that slew him ! One glimpse...
Página 92 - It often happens, however, that the family has some friend or relation rich in the gift of poetry, and who will for love of her kin give the unbought eulogy to the memory of the deceased. The Irish language, bold, forcible, and comprehensive, full of the most striking epithets and idiomatic beauties, is peculiarly adapted for either praise or satire ; its blessings are singularly touching and expressive, and its curses wonderfully strong, bitter, and biting. The rapidity and ease with which both...
Página 100 - Unhonoured, unshrouded, And headless they laid thee; No sigh to regret thee, No eye to rain o'er thee, No dirge to lament thee! No friend to deplore thee! Dear head of my darling, How gory and pale, These aged eyes see thee, High spiked on their gaol! That cheek in the summer sun Ne'er shall grow warm; Nor that eye e'er catch light, But the flash of the storm.
Página 99 - Ivera no longer shines brightly; The voice of her music no longer is sprightly; No more to her maidens the light dance is dear, Since the death of our darling, O'Sullivan Bear.