Moore: Poet and Patriot: By John P. GunningM.H. Gill and son, 1900 - 238 pàgines |
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Pàgina 45 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Pàgina 235 - Are Erin's sons so good or so cold As not to be tempted by woman or gold ? " "Sir knight, I feel not the least alarm, No son of Erin will offer me harm; For, though they love women and golden store Sir knight, they love honour and virtue more.
Pàgina 58 - ... There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S ' stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER...
Pàgina 102 - I without knowledge of a note ; he a democrat, I an aristocrat — with many other points of difference ; besides his being an Irishman, I a Scotchman, and both tolerably national. Yet there is a point of resemblance, and a strong one. We are both goodhumoured fellows, who rather seek to enjoy what is going forward than to maintain our dignity as Lions...
Pàgina 3 - THEY tell us of an Indian tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs to wander free, And shoot, and blossom, wide and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downward again to that dear earth, From which the life, that fills and warms Its grateful being, first had birth. 'Tis thus, though woo'd by flattering friends, And fed with fame (if fame it be) This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee ! LOVE AND HYMEN.
Pàgina 78 - ... was not a little heightened by observing that his pleasure was, to the full, as great, while it was rendered doubly touching by the evident rarity of such meetings to him of late, and the frank outbreak of cordiality and gaiety with which he gave way to his feelings. It would be impossible, indeed, to convey to those who have not, at some time or other, felt the charm of his manner, any idea of what it could be when under the influence of such pleasurable excitement as it was most flatteringly...
Pàgina 45 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
Pàgina 45 - But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Pàgina 79 - ... as well as the length to which his hair grew down on his neck and the rather foreign air of his coat and cap, — all combined to produce that dissimilarity to his former self I had observed in him. He was still, however, eminently handsome; and, in exchange for whatever his features might have lost of their high, romantic character, they had become more fitted for the expression of that arch, waggish wisdom , that Epicurean play of humour, which he had shown to be equally inherent in his various...
Pàgina 82 - TWAS when the world was in its prime, When the fresh stars had just begun Their race of glory, and young Time Told his first birthdays by the sun...