Gertrude of Wyoming: And Other Poems, Հատոր 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1814 - 250 էջ |
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... lingers she from Erin's host , So far on Galway's shipwreck'd coast ; Why wanders she a huntress wild- O'Connor's pale and lovely child ? 7 Kerne , the ancient Irish foot soldiery . III . And fix'd on empty space , why burn 199.
... lingers she from Erin's host , So far on Galway's shipwreck'd coast ; Why wanders she a huntress wild- O'Connor's pale and lovely child ? 7 Kerne , the ancient Irish foot soldiery . III . And fix'd on empty space , why burn 199.
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... , bore in field ' A meaner crest upon his shield . " The psalter of Tara was the great national register of the ancient Irish . 10 Vide the note upon the victories of the house of O'Connor . VII . 6 Ah , brothers ! what did it 204.
... , bore in field ' A meaner crest upon his shield . " The psalter of Tara was the great national register of the ancient Irish . 10 Vide the note upon the victories of the house of O'Connor . VII . 6 Ah , brothers ! what did it 204.
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... love had tied ? ' No : -let the eagle change his plume , The leaf its hue , the flow'r its bloom ; 11 Fires lighted on May - day on the hill tops by the Irish . Vide the note on stanza VII . • But ties around this heart were spun , ' 205.
... love had tied ? ' No : -let the eagle change his plume , The leaf its hue , the flow'r its bloom ; 11 Fires lighted on May - day on the hill tops by the Irish . Vide the note on stanza VII . • But ties around this heart were spun , ' 205.
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... - ball's aching throb , ' And check'd my bosom's pow'r to sob ; ' Or when my heart with pulses drear , ' Beat like a death - watch to my ear . 14 The Irish lamentation for the dead . XII . But Heav'n , at last , my soul's 210.
... - ball's aching throb , ' And check'd my bosom's pow'r to sob ; ' Or when my heart with pulses drear , ' Beat like a death - watch to my ear . 14 The Irish lamentation for the dead . XII . But Heav'n , at last , my soul's 210.
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... Irish called Taish , is thus given in Martin's Description of the Western Isles of Scotland . " The second sight is a singular faculty of seeing an otherwise invisible ob- ject , without any previous means used by the person who sees it ...
... Irish called Taish , is thus given in Martin's Description of the Western Isles of Scotland . " The second sight is a singular faculty of seeing an otherwise invisible ob- ject , without any previous means used by the person who sees it ...
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Էջ 148 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Էջ 165 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Էջ 176 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Էջ 164 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, When, oh ! too strong for human hand, The tempest gathered o'er her.
Էջ 155 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Էջ 161 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our...
Էջ 136 - Glenullin ! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning : no rider is there ; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.
Էջ 148 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Էջ 156 - British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime, As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death ; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between.
Էջ 159 - By the festal cities blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore.