Irish minstrelsy, or Bardic remains of Ireland; with Engl. poetical translations. Collected and ed. with notes by J. Hardiman, Volume 2James Hardiman Joseph Robins, 1831 |
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Acht Agus alluded Amergin ancient Irish Aodh árd bards beidh bheith bhidh bhur brave Breifne Brián budh Cáidhe Catholic century chán chéile chroídhe chuir chum Cian Cosby death descendants do'n dubh eadhon Earl elegy English Erin Erin's exile fáóí feár féin fhuil foes gách Gael gán genius glory grádh Gráinne Grana Weal hath heart HENRY GRATTAN HENRY GRATTAN CURRAN hero hills idir Ireland Irish language Irish poetry Jacobite JOHN D'ALTON Kén Kgus king lán land language leát leis liom Lord mác Mac Carthy Mac Liag már Milesian Milesius mór Munster nách native ne'er o'er O'Nial poem poet poetic poetry present prince proud queen rígh sluagh song soul stanza sweet sword tár thee thou thuit Timoleague tré zách zán
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Pagina 142 - delighted in mean company. His life was irregular, negligent, and sensual. He has tried all styles, from the grotesque to the solemn, and has not so failed in any as to incur derision or disgrace."—Johnson. Our bard was living within the last 40 years, and died at an advanced age.
Pagina 385 - Low the dauntless earl is laid, Gor'd with many a gasping wound ; Fate demands a nobler head ; Soon a king shall bite the ground. " Long his loss shall Erin weep, Ne'er again his likeness see ; Long her strains in sorrow steep, chief himself, and of the Danish commander Brodar, who fell by his hands, are related in terms of peculiar interest.
Pagina 166 - that holdeth back his sword from blood!!! yea, Cursed be he that maketh not his sword starke drunk with Irish blood! ! ! that doth not recompense them double for their hellish treachery to the English ! that maketh them not heap* upon heaps! ! and their Country a dwelling-place for
Pagina 132 - a friend of the Doctor's, whose mother was Irish, told him, that O'Hara, who was true Irish both by father and mother, and he, and Mr. Ponsouby, son to the earl of Besborough, the greatest man of the three, but of an English family, went to see one of
Pagina 415 - his name was, of course, consigned to oblivion. this period, with reference to Ireland. " Ah ! how 1 fear, lest it be objected to us, as it was to Tiberius by Bato ; you, you, it is that are in fault, who have committed your flocks not to shepherds, but to wolves.
Pagina 4 - caverns of the mine explore. The glitt'ring tyranny of Othman's sons, The pomp of horror which surrounds their thrones, Has awed their servile spirits into fear, Spurned by the foot they tremble and revere. The day of labour, night's sad, sleepless hour,