Ierne: A Tale, Volume 2Longmans, Green, and Company, 1871 |
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Pagina 291 - LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DATS OF OLD. LET Erin remember the days of old, Ere her faithless sons betrayed her ; When Malachi wore the collar of gold Which he won from her proud invader ; When her kings with standard of green unfurled Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger, Ere the emerald> gem of the western world Was set in the crown of a stranger.
Pagina 293 - tis Innisfail ! " Rings o'er the echoing sea ; While, bending to heav'n, the warriors hail That home of the brave and free. Then turn'd they unto the Eastern wave, Where now their Day-God's eye A look of such sunny omen gave As lighted up sea and sky. Nor frown was seen through sky or sea, Nor tear o'er leaf or sod, When first on their Isle of Destiny Our great forefathers trod.
Pagina 292 - Ere the emerald gem of the western world Was set in the crown of a stranger. On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear, cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days, In the wave beneath him shining! Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime, Catch a glimpse of the days that are over, Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time For the long-faded glories they cover!
Pagina 293 - ' Rings o'er the echoing sea ; While bending to heaven, the warriors hail That home of the brave and free. ' Then turned they into the eastern wave Where now their Day-God's eye A look of such sunny omen gave As lighted up sea and sky ; Nor frown was seen through sky or sea, Nor tear o'er leaf or sod, When first on their Isle of Destiny Our great forefathers trod.
Pagina 293 - Oh, where's the Isle we've seen in dreams, " Our destin'd home or grave ? " Thus sung they as, by the morning's beams, They swept the Atlantic wave. And lo, where afar o'er ocean shines A sparkle of radiant green, As though in that deep lay emerald mines, Whose light through the wave was seen. "'Tis Innisfail — 'tis Innisl'ail !" Rings o'er the echoing sea ; 'While, bending to heav'n, the warriors hail That home of the brave and free.
Pagina 319 - ... contributes what is of more value than the schemes of a hundred speculative politicians to the solution of the great problem of Irish Government. Amongst such witnesses Mr. Trench may claim a most honourable and conspicuous place. We question whether any book has ever issued from the press of more deep or thrilling interest on the well-worn subject of Irish passions and Irish wrongs. These scenes are related with the popular force, humour, and pathos of Dickens in his best and earliest works....
Pagina 319 - This work is different from any other book on Ireland we have met with. Its title, ' Realities of Irish Life,' faithfully describes its contents. There is scarcely a word about politics or the Church in it from one end to the other. Whigs and Tories are never so much as named, nor Protestants and Catholics as distinct and hostile sects. The so-called ecclesiastical grievance is absolutely ignored — not from any wish of the author to avoid it, but because in his lifelong experience of the Irish...
Pagina 292 - THEY came from a land beyond the sea, And now o'er the western main Set sail, in their good ships, gallantly, From the sunny land of Spain. " Oh, where's the Isle we've seen in dreams, "Our destined home or grave?
Pagina 7 - On ! blame me not if I love to dwell On Erin's early glory ; Oh ! blame me not if too oft I tell The same inspiring story ; For sure 'tis much to know and feel That the Race now rated lowly Once ruled as lords, with sceptre of steel, While our Island was yet the Holy.
Pagina 21 - O'Brien ; and the superstitious peasant tells of the curse that he brought upon his family, and the failure of male heirs to the title of Inchiquin. His cruelty on one occasion presents a remarkable contrast to the conduct of the Catholics at the same place : when he stormed Cashel, he pursued the fugitives into the splendid cathedral of that city, called from its situation The Rock ; there he mercilessly slaughtered the unresisting multitude...