The Irish Quarterly Review, Том 5,Частина 1W. B. Kelly, 1855 |
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... things , we can scarcely hope that they ever will . From the managers of National Schools , however , much may be expected , because they have already accomplished a good deal in juvenile education . Still , in the cause of what may be ...
... things , we can scarcely hope that they ever will . From the managers of National Schools , however , much may be expected , because they have already accomplished a good deal in juvenile education . Still , in the cause of what may be ...
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... things have happened . After the world is seen , it does not bear to be gaped at every day ; and the only true aim of a rational creature ought to be , humble in- dependence on any scale , and the interchange of those little and ...
... things have happened . After the world is seen , it does not bear to be gaped at every day ; and the only true aim of a rational creature ought to be , humble in- dependence on any scale , and the interchange of those little and ...
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... things ; over- flowing with the very spirit of poetry , passion , and painting , if you think otherwise , don't say so . My friend W sends me word that they are well written . All our critics here say that they are admirably written ...
... things ; over- flowing with the very spirit of poetry , passion , and painting , if you think otherwise , don't say so . My friend W sends me word that they are well written . All our critics here say that they are admirably written ...
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... things by both of us conjointly , to be followed , some time or other , by the publication of Walks Through Ireland ... thing ; his soul was like a lark , always soaring . He wrote to his brother , William , thus : - " I dined with Banim ...
... things by both of us conjointly , to be followed , some time or other , by the publication of Walks Through Ireland ... thing ; his soul was like a lark , always soaring . He wrote to his brother , William , thus : - " I dined with Banim ...
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... thing it is to mind O ' youthfu ' thoughts an ' things , - To pu ' the fruit that on the tree Of Memory ripely hings , - or when he writes : - To live again the happiest hours Of happy days gane by , - To dream again as I ha'e dreamed ...
... thing it is to mind O ' youthfu ' thoughts an ' things , - To pu ' the fruit that on the tree Of Memory ripely hings , - or when he writes : - To live again the happiest hours Of happy days gane by , - To dream again as I ha'e dreamed ...
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admiration amount appear attend Banim beautiful become believe boys called cause character classes coming consider course dear duty effect England establishment existence eyes fact father fear feel force give given hand heart hope important Institutes interest Ireland Irish Italy John Kilkenny kind knowledge known labor leave less letter light lines living London look Lord matter means Michael Militia mind nature never night object observed officers once opinion passed perhaps period person poet poor present prison pupils question reader reason received reference Regiment respect Royal seems society spirit success taken teacher things thought true whole wish write written young
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Сторінка 574 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Сторінка 574 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!— prophet still, if bird or devil! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this Home by Horror haunted — tell me truly I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead? tell me — tell me, I implore!
Сторінка 574 - I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
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Сторінка 574 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Сторінка 576 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we — Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Сторінка 579 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Сторінка 579 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
Сторінка 459 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Сторінка 201 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings, He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.