The Collegians: Or, The Colleen Bawn, a Tale of Garryowen

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Century Company, 1906 - 369 էջ

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Էջ 18 - And babes, sweet-smiling babes, our bed. How should I love the pretty creatures, While round my knees they fondly clung ; To see them look their mother's features, To hear them lisp their mother's tongue. And when with envy, time transported, Shall think to rob us of our joys, You'll in your girls again be courted, And I'll go wooing in my boys.
Էջ 163 - A PLACE in thy memory, dearest. Is all that I claim: To pause and look back when thou hearest The sound of my name. Another may woo thee, nearer. Another may win and wear; I care not though he be dearer, If I am remembered there.
Էջ 34 - And when I at last must throw off this frail covering Which I've worn for three-score years and ten, On the brink of the grave I'll not seek to keep hovering, Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again: But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow; As this old worn-out stuff which is threadbare to-day, May become everlasting to-morrow.
Էջ 325 - We won't go home till morning, We won't go home till morning, We won't go home till morning, Till daylight doth appear.
Էջ 185 - I stood awhile in deep meditation, Contemplating what I should do; Till, at length, recruiting all my sensations, I thus accosted the fair Colleen rue...
Էջ 143 - We want the creative faculty to imagine that which we know; we want the generous impulse to act that which we imagine; we want the poetry of life: our calculations have outrun conception; we have eaten more than we can digest. The cultivation...
Էջ 301 - I might have said, My mountain maid, Come live with me, your own true lover : I know a spot, A silent cot, Your friends can ne'er discover , Where gently flows the waveless tide By one small garden only ; Where the heron waves his wings so wide, And the linnet sings so lonely ! Sing, Gille ma chree, etc.
Էջ 127 - I to myself, a nod is as good as a wink to a blind horse.
Էջ 164 - Dearest! Couldst thou smile on me, I would be the fondest and nearest That ever loved thee: But a cloud on my pathway is glooming That never must burst upon thine; And heaven, that made thee all blooming, Ne'er made thee to wither on mine. Remember me then!
Էջ 38 - Brian O'Lynn had no breeches to wear, So he bought him a sheepskin to make him a pair; With the skinny side out and the woolly side in, They are pleasant and cool...

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