An Improved Topographical and Historical Hibernian Gazetteer: Describing the Various Boroughs, Baronies, Buildings, &c., Scientifically Arranged, with an Appendix of Ancient Names. To which is Added, an Introduction to the Ancient and Modern History of Ireland

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R.M. Tims, 1835 - 431 sider
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Side 68 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Side 16 - But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
Side 77 - That changed through all, and yet in all the same. Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Side 78 - Whence, but from Heaven, could men unskill'd in arts, In several ages born, in several parts, Weave such agreeing truths? or how, or why, Should all conspire to cheat us with a lie? Unask'd their pains, ungrateful their advice, Starving their gain, and martyrdom their price.
Side 102 - The inhabitants of Arranmore are still persuaded that, in a clear day, they can see from this coast Hy Brysail, or the Enchanted Island, the Paradise of the Pagan Irish, and concerning which they relate a number of romantic stories.
Side 31 - I've held my way, A lonely unprotected stranger, To all the stranger's ills a prey. While steering thus my course precarious, My fortune still has been to find Men's hearts and dispositions various, But gentle Woman ever kind. Alive to every tender feeling, To deeds of mercy ever prone ; The wounds of pain and sorrow healing, With soft compassion's sweetest tone.
Side 189 - The solemnity of such an extent of wood unbroken by any intervening objects, and the whole hanging over declivities, is alone great; but to this the addition of a constant roar of falling water, either quite hid, or so far below as to be seen but obscurely, united to make those impressions stronger.
Side 41 - ... their friends could perceive how they degrade themselves in the scale of civilised society by such a course ; it is this perpetual taking of all laws, but particularly the law of revenge, into their own hands, that keeps up the hue and cry against them throughout England. I confess time has been when there was one law for the rich and another for the poor...
Side 75 - Drive from my breast that wretched lust of praise . Unblemish'd let me live or die unknown : Oh, grant an honest fame, or grant me none !
Side 45 - Rebellion ! foul, dishonouring word, Whose wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'd. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's, an hour's success Had wafted to eternal fame...

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