Echoes of the Past: Odes on Ancient Ireland, National Melodies, and Other Miscellaneous PiecesM. H. Gill, 1882 - 338 páginas |
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Odes on Ancient Ireland, National Melodies, and Other Miscellaneous Pieces P. R. Hanrahan. LOAN STACK M. H. GILL AND SON , PRINTERS , DUBLIN . PREFACE . H46E2 MANY of the following songs and poems.
Odes on Ancient Ireland, National Melodies, and Other Miscellaneous Pieces P. R. Hanrahan. LOAN STACK M. H. GILL AND SON , PRINTERS , DUBLIN . PREFACE . H46E2 MANY of the following songs and poems.
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... of country where that sentiment lies dormant , or in alleviating a single pang when pain and sorrow oppress the heart . Farnogue Cottage , Wexford . February , 1882 . P. R. HANRAHAN . SONGS OF NATURE . Songs of Nature . Songs of PREFACE .
... of country where that sentiment lies dormant , or in alleviating a single pang when pain and sorrow oppress the heart . Farnogue Cottage , Wexford . February , 1882 . P. R. HANRAHAN . SONGS OF NATURE . Songs of Nature . Songs of PREFACE .
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... Song of the People The song of the Irish Artisan 57 Dear Land A Ballad of 1847 . 88agga 53 54 56 58 60 62 NATIONAL MELODIES . Men of Wexford Bright , bright was the morn 65 Oh ! blame not the men By Slaney's Banks Sing me that little ...
... Song of the People The song of the Irish Artisan 57 Dear Land A Ballad of 1847 . 88agga 53 54 56 58 60 62 NATIONAL MELODIES . Men of Wexford Bright , bright was the morn 65 Oh ! blame not the men By Slaney's Banks Sing me that little ...
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... Song To Erin Stanzas to Erin Weep no More Speak softly The Invader . Song from the " Dead Man's Chair " Come let us pledge A Lament for not knowing the Irish Language To S. The Vision . - Part First The Vision . - Part Second I love the ...
... Song To Erin Stanzas to Erin Weep no More Speak softly The Invader . Song from the " Dead Man's Chair " Come let us pledge A Lament for not knowing the Irish Language To S. The Vision . - Part First The Vision . - Part Second I love the ...
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... songs of childhood To **** To **** Woman's Eye . - To Jane Song . - One last look Fitzstephen's song When last I met thee Stanzas Lost Days I had one friend An Evening Thought To Mirza , with a present of early Flowers Maid of Erin ...
... songs of childhood To **** To **** Woman's Eye . - To Jane Song . - One last look Fitzstephen's song When last I met thee Stanzas Lost Days I had one friend An Evening Thought To Mirza , with a present of early Flowers Maid of Erin ...
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Angelus bell Ballymurn banners beams beauty blast blaze bliss blood bloom bowers bright bright land brow burning clouds county Wexford Croghan Mountain Danaan dark Dead Man's Chair deep dream e'er earth enchanted Enniscorthy Erin Erin's fade fairy farewell feel fierce flame flashing fling flowers gaze gleam glen glorious glory glowing gone grave grief harp heart heaven Heremon Hill of Tara hope hour Ireland isle land life's light lonely lov'd love thee Love's Mac Cuill magic Main-street Mary O'Donnell Milesians moonlight mountain ne'er never night o'er once prayer princes pure radiant rapture Raymond dear round scene shed shining shone shore sigh sing skies slave smile soft song soul sparkling spear spell spirit star strain stream sweet Taghmon tears tell There's thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wander warriors waves Wexford wild young
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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.