The Odoherty Papers, Volum 2Redfield, 1855 |
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Side 5
... Thee . — July the First . — The Groves of Blarney . Mary Ambree - Sir Tristrem . - Epitaphs .. IRISH MELODIES . St. Patrick ( " A fig for St. Dennis of France . " ) - Lament of a Con- naught Ranger . - Rafferty's Advice . -The Gathering ...
... Thee . — July the First . — The Groves of Blarney . Mary Ambree - Sir Tristrem . - Epitaphs .. IRISH MELODIES . St. Patrick ( " A fig for St. Dennis of France . " ) - Lament of a Con- naught Ranger . - Rafferty's Advice . -The Gathering ...
Side 12
... thee sixpence ! I will see thee damn'd first , Wretch , whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance ; Sordid , unfeeling , reprobate , degraded , Spiritless outcast . " 66 " There , sir , " cried the Doctor ; even George Canning's ...
... thee sixpence ! I will see thee damn'd first , Wretch , whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance ; Sordid , unfeeling , reprobate , degraded , Spiritless outcast . " 66 " There , sir , " cried the Doctor ; even George Canning's ...
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... When I resemble her to thee , How sweet and fair she seems to be . Tell her that's young , And shuns to have her beauties spied , That hadst thou sprung Nescia fortè virum si te genuisset eremus , Mortem tu 18 THE ODOHERTY PAPERS .
... When I resemble her to thee , How sweet and fair she seems to be . Tell her that's young , And shuns to have her beauties spied , That hadst thou sprung Nescia fortè virum si te genuisset eremus , Mortem tu 18 THE ODOHERTY PAPERS .
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... thee ; How small a part of time they share , That are so wondrous bright and fair . Yet though they fade , From thy dead leaves let fragrance rise , And teach the maid That goodness Time's rude hand de- fies , And virtue lives when ...
... thee ; How small a part of time they share , That are so wondrous bright and fair . Yet though they fade , From thy dead leaves let fragrance rise , And teach the maid That goodness Time's rude hand de- fies , And virtue lives when ...
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... thee . 66 " It is very strange , " murmured I , reluctantly forced to admit the Doctor's charge against " Rare Ben . " But how does it happen that this poem does not appear in any of the numerous editions of Secundus ? " " Oh ! that is ...
... thee . 66 " It is very strange , " murmured I , reluctantly forced to admit the Doctor's charge against " Rare Ben . " But how does it happen that this poem does not appear in any of the numerous editions of Secundus ? " " Oh ! that is ...
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Side 91 - And gallop'd off with all his might As he had done before. Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig ; He lost them sooner than at first, For why ? they were too big. Now...
Side 148 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Side 193 - O, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say : with me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity.
Side 198 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Side 12 - Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir, Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers, This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle.
Side 89 - So like an arrow swift he flew Shot by an archer strong, So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song.
Side 197 - Yet wherefore ? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep, Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone, where all things wise and fair Descend ; — oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Side 198 - Fond wretch ! and know thyself and him aright. Clasp with thy panting soul the pendulous Earth; As from a centre, dart thy spirit's light Beyond all worlds, until its spacious might Satiate the void circumference: then shrink...
Side 198 - And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it for what Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there, And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air.
Side 228 - So Castlereagh has cut his throat ! — The worst Of this is, — that his own was not the first. So He has cut his throat at last ! — He ! Who ? The man who cut his country's long ago.