Irish Literature, Volume 5

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Justin McCarthy, Maurice Francis Egan, Charles Welsh, Douglas Hyde, Lady Gregory, James Jeffrey Roche
J. D. Morris, 1904 - 4126 pagine
 

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Pagina 1664 - Westward the course of empire takes its way ; The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day — Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Pagina 1787 - There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed by the Creator into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being evolved.
Pagina 1679 - THE HISTORY OF OUR LORD, as exemplified in Works of Art, with that of His Types, St. John the Baptist, and other persons of the Old and New Testament.
Pagina 1667 - Let every soul be subject to higher powers : for there is no power but from God; and those that are, are ordained of God.
Pagina 1696 - The selfish instincts are not subdued by the sight of buttercups, nor is integrity in the least established by that classic rural occupation, sheep-washing. To make men moral, something more is requisite than to turn them out to grass.
Pagina 1787 - Theology,' has, I believe, had a temporary effect in turning attention from the solid and irrefragable argument so well put forward in that excellent old book But...
Pagina 1655 - Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight? Who blushes at the name? When cowards mock the patriot's fate, Who hangs his head for shame? He's all a knave or half a slave Who slights his country thus: But a true man, like you, man, Will fill your glass with us. We drink the memory of the brave, The faithful and the few Some lie far off beyond the wave, Some sleep in Ireland, too; All, all are gone - but still...
Pagina 2066 - Well, the last bishkit was sarved out, and by gor the wather itself was all gone at last, and we passed the night mighty cowld. Well, at the brake o' day the sun riz most beautiful out o...
Pagina 1941 - O'BRIEN, Wid prayin' and blessin', and all the girls cryin', A wild, wailin' sound kem on by degrees, Like the sound of the lonesome wind blowin' through trees. On, on to the gallows the sheriffs are gone, An' the cart an' the sodgers go steadily on; An' at every side swellin' around of the cart, A wild, sorrowful sound, that id open your heart.
Pagina 1764 - might weary; Enough to say, there's none but me To welcome Caoch O'Leary.' Vo, vo ! vo, vo !' the old man cried, And wrung his hands in sorrow; ' Pray let me in, astore ma chree, And I'll go home to-morrow.

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