Lady-Bird: A Tale, Volumen1

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Tauchnitz, 1853 - 326 páginas
 

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Página 200 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 60 - With goddess-like demeanour forth she went, Not unattended ; for on her, as queen, A pomp of winning graces waited still, And from about her shot darts of desire Into all eyes, to wish her still in sight.
Página 20 - High lift the banner of your pride ! But know that where its sheet unrolls, The weight of blood is on your souls ! Go where the havoc of your kerne Shall float as high as mountain fern ! Men shall no more your mansion know ; The nettles on your hearth shall grow ! Dead, as the green oblivious flood That mantles by your walls, shall be The glory of O'Connor's blood ! Away ! away to Athunree ! Where, downward when the sun shall fall, The raven's wing shall be your pall ! And not a vassal shall unlace...
Página 94 - Tis amazement more than love, Which her radiant eyes do move : If less splendour wait on thine, Yet they so benignly shine, I would turn my dazzled sight To behold their milder light. But as hard 'tis to destroy That high flame, as to enjoy: Which how...
Página 216 - Stood on my feet; about me round I saw Hill, dale, and shady woods, and sunny plains, And liquid lapse of murmuring streams; by these, Creatures that lived and moved, and walked or flew, Birds on the branches warbling; all things smiled; 266 With fragrance and with joy my heart o'erflowed.
Página 20 - Each hand down pow'rless fell, And go to Athunree !* I cried, High lift the banner of your pride ! But know that where its sheet unrolls The weight of blood is on your souls ! Go where the havoc of your kerne Shall float as high as mountain fern ! Men shall no more your mansion know ! The nettles on your hearth shall grow I Dead as the green oblivious flood, That mantles by your walls, shall be The glory of O'Connor's blood ! Away...
Página 235 - She floated o'er life like a noontide breeze Or cradled vapour on sunny seas, Or an exquisite cloud in light arrayed, Which sails through the sky, and can throw no shade; She cared for no sympathy — living in throngs Of her own sunny thoughts and her mute inward songs.
Página 19 - Of day-spring, rush'd we through the glade, And saw at dawn the lofty bawn Of Castle-Connor fade. Sweet was to us the hermitage Of this unplough'd, untrodden shore ; Like birds all joyous from the cage, For man's neglect we loved it more, And well he knew, my huntsman dear, To search the game with hawk and spear ; While I, his evening food to dress, Would sing to him in happiness.
Página 18 - Oh, come with me : Our bark is on the lake, behold Our steeds are fasten'd to the tree. Come far from Castle-Connor's clans : Come with thy belted forestere, And I, beside the lake of swans, Shall hunt for thee the fallow-deer ; And build thy hut, and bring thee home The wild-fowl and the honey-comb ; And berries from the wood provide, And play my clarshech* by thy side. Then come, my love...
Página 216 - I cast aside my eye, And saw a medlar-tree was planted nigh : The spreading branches made a goodly show, And full of opening blooms was every bough.

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