The ballad poetry of Ireland. Ed. by C.G. Duffy. 4th edsir Charles Gavan Duffy J. Duffy, 1845 - 252 páginas |
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... Grave of MacCaura , Peggy Bawn , · • Denny Lane , George Fox , Fionnula , John Banim , Old Ballad , J. J. Callanan , Mrs. Downing , Old Ballad , • 124 . 125 126 . 127 Edward Walsh , 128 130 • 131 132 • 134 Authors ' Names . Clarence ...
... Grave of MacCaura , Peggy Bawn , · • Denny Lane , George Fox , Fionnula , John Banim , Old Ballad , J. J. Callanan , Mrs. Downing , Old Ballad , • 124 . 125 126 . 127 Edward Walsh , 128 130 • 131 132 • 134 Authors ' Names . Clarence ...
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... Grave of MacCaura , . 132 BANIM , JOHN . DAVIS , THOMAS , M.R.I.A. Soggarth Aroon , · 68 O'Brien of Arra , 188 The Reconciliation , 86 The Flower of Finae , . 204 Bouchelleen Bawn , 127 Emmeline Talbot , . 210 The Irish Mother in the ...
... Grave of MacCaura , . 132 BANIM , JOHN . DAVIS , THOMAS , M.R.I.A. Soggarth Aroon , · 68 O'Brien of Arra , 188 The Reconciliation , 86 The Flower of Finae , . 204 Bouchelleen Bawn , 127 Emmeline Talbot , . 210 The Irish Mother in the ...
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... graves . Tt may be observed that we have inserted no ballads from the " Spirit of the Nation , " or from “ Hardiman's Minstrelsy . " We omitted them be- cause they are already familiar to the public , or easily attainable . We have ...
... graves . Tt may be observed that we have inserted no ballads from the " Spirit of the Nation , " or from “ Hardiman's Minstrelsy . " We omitted them be- cause they are already familiar to the public , or easily attainable . We have ...
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... grave - yard lies between , Mary , And my step might break your rest— For I've laid you , darling ! down to sleep With your baby on your breast . I'm very lonely now , Mary , For the poor make no new friends , But , oh ! they love the ...
... grave - yard lies between , Mary , And my step might break your rest— For I've laid you , darling ! down to sleep With your baby on your breast . I'm very lonely now , Mary , For the poor make no new friends , But , oh ! they love the ...
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... grave- yard , over whom it possesses a fascinating influence . If the loiterer be a young man , it takes the shape of a beautiful female , inspires him with a charmed passion , and exacts a promise to meet in the church - yard on a ...
... grave- yard , over whom it possesses a fascinating influence . If the loiterer be a young man , it takes the shape of a beautiful female , inspires him with a charmed passion , and exacts a promise to meet in the church - yard on a ...
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Términos y frases comunes
astór Bawn beauty blessing blood bogwood fire bonnie green woods bosom Boyne Water bride bright brow Castle Chealleadh dark dear death e'er EDWARD WALSH English Erin Erin's eyes fair fairy father GERALD GRIFFIN Gille machree glory grave grief hand heart heaven hill Ireland Irish JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN JEREMIAH JOSEPH CALLANAN JOHN BANIM keep your powder King land Lillibulero lonely Lord loud MacCaura maid maiden Malahide Castle Mary Mo craoibhin cno morning mountain native ne'er never night o'er ogh hone orro poems poor popular powder dry pride proud put your trust Rapparee river Lee Rory O'Moore round SAMUEL FERGUSON Saxon sing slang songs Soggarth aroon songs sorrow soul spirit sweet sword tears thee thine thou Three Cows translations Turlough Turloughmore Twas Ulster verses voice wave wild Woman of Three woods of Killeevy young
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Página 245 - THE BELLS OF SHANDON With deep affection and recollection I often think of those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee.
Página 53 - My blessin' and my pride; There's nothing left to care for now. Since my poor Mary died. Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow, — I bless you, Mary, for that same, Though you cannot hear me now. I thank you for the patient smile When your heart was fit to break, — When the hunger pain was gnawin...
Página 245 - I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's mole in, Their thunder rolling From the Vatican, And cymbals glorious Swinging uproarious In the gorgeous turrets Of Notre Dame; But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber, Pealing solemnly.
Página 101 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 245 - ... knelling Its bold notes free, Made the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee. I've heard bells tolling Old "Adrian's Mole...
Página 168 - Scully! may all kinds Of evil attend thee! On thy dark road of life May no kind one befriend thee! May fevers long burn thee, And agues long freeze thee! May the strong hand of God In his red anger seize thee! Had he died calmly, I would not deplore him; Or if the wild strife Of the sea-war closed o'er him; But with ropes round his white limbs Through ocean to trail him, Like a fish after slaughter — 'Tis therefore I wail him. Long may the curse Of his people pursue them; Scully, that sold him,...
Página 85 - Nothing can convince tyrants of their folly but gunpowder and steel, so put your trust in God my boys and keep your powder dry.
Página 220 - ... tis at a white heat now; The bellows ceased, the flames decreased; though on the forge's brow The little flames still fitfully play through the sable mound ; And fitfully you still may see the grim smiths ranking round, All clad in leathern panoply, their broad hands only bare ; Some rest upon their sledges here, some work the windlass there. The windlass strains the tackle chains, the black mound heaves below, And red and deep a hundred veins burst out at every throe ; It rises, roars, rends...
Página 155 - Tho' the piper I bate, For fear the owld chate Wouldn't play you your favourite tune ; And when you're at mass My devotion you crass, For 'tis thinking of you I am, Molly Carew, While you wear, on purpose, a bonnet so deep, That I can't at your sweet purty face get a peep : Oh, lave off that bonnet, Or else I'll lave on it The loss of my wandherin...
Página 109 - Then, daughter of O'Donnell, dry Thine overflowing eyes, and turn Thy heart aside, For Adam's race is born to die, And sternly the sepulchral urn Mocks human pride. Look not, nor sigh, for earthly throne, Nor place thy trust in arm of clay, But on thy knees Uplift thy soul to God alone. For all things go their destined way As He decrees.