Echoes of the Past: Odes on Ancient Ireland, National Melodies, and Other Miscellaneous Pieces

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M. H. Gill, 1882 - 338 páginas

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Página 40 - And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a great voice out of heaven, saying ; Behold the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God...
Página 229 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye. But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Página 13 - O Nature, how in every charm supreme ! Whose votaries feast on raptures ever new ! O for the voice and fire of seraphim, To sing thy glories with devotion due ! Blest be the day I 'scaped the wrangling crew, From Pyrrho's maze, and Epicurus...
Página 40 - And I saw a new heaven and new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea. And, I, John, saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
Página 323 - William flying. He could not have died better. His last thoughts were for his country. As he lay on the field unhelmed and dying, he put his hand to his breast. When he took it away, it was full of his best blood. Looking at it sadly with an eye in which victory shone a moment before, he said faintly, " Oh ! that this were for Ireland.
Página 76 - We will not be helots in the midst of a free people. We are the successors of the martyrs, and we do not tremble before the successors of Julian the Apostate. We are the sons of the Crusaders, and we will not fall back before the sons of Voltaire!
Página 169 - With thoughts that burn — in rays that melt. As the stream late concealed By the fringe of its willows, When it rushes revealed In the light of its billows ; As the bolt bursts on high From the black cloud that bound it, Flashed the soul of that eye Through the long lashes round it.
Página 318 - Loud sounds, resembling discharges of artillery or volcanic explosions, were now distinguishable amidst the watery tumult, and added terrors to the abyss from which they issued. The sun, looking majestically through the ascending spray, was encircled by a radiant halo; whilst fragments of rainbows floated on every side, and momentarily vanished only to give place to a succession of others more brilliant.
Página 323 - Valladolid, when he suddenly fell sick; his gallant heart was broken, and he died there, on the 10th of September, 1602. He was buried by order of the king with royal honours, as befitted a prince of the Kinel•Conal and the Chapter of the Cathedral of St. Francis in the stately city of Valladolid, Pintia, holds the bones of as noble a chief and as stout a warrior as ever bore the wand of chieftancy, or led a clan to battle.
Página 20 - To me be Nature's volume broad displayed ; And to peruse its all-instructing page, Or, haply catching inspiration thence, Some easy passage, raptured, to translate, My sole delight ; as through the falling glooms Pensive I stray, or with the rising dawn On fancy's eagle-wing excursive soar.

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