Aus Irland: Reiseskizzen und Studien

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Strauss, 1878 - 239 pagine

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Pagina 162 - 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 114 - ... cruel hearts ! Sternly from his bed he starts, And with rude, repulsive shock, Hurls her from the beetling rock. Glendalough, thy gloomy wave Soon was gentle Kathleen's grave ! Soon the saint (yet ah ! too late,) Felt her love, and mourn'd her fate. When he said, " Heav'n rest her soul ! Round the Lake light music stole ; And her ghost was seen to glide, Smiling o'er the fatal tide.
Pagina 69 - OH ! once the harp of Innisfail Was strung full high to notes of gladness ; But yet it often told a tale Of more prevailing sadness. Sad was the note, and wild its fall, As winds that moan at night forlorn Along the isles of Fion-Gall, When, for O'Connor's child to mourn, The harper told, how lone, how far From any mansion's twinkling star, From any path of social men, Or voice, but from the fox's den, The lady in the desert...
Pagina 63 - The harp that once through Tara's hall, The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's wall, As if that soul were fled.
Pagina 149 - At all times some calamity Befals the Irish once every seventh year; But now that the Marquis is departed, It will happen every year.
Pagina 52 - Weih, herschwebt er über Höhn und Sunde Der Schrei der Not, der Hungerschrei, der Sterbeschrei aus Erins Munde! Erin - da liegt sie auf den Knien, bleich und entstellt, mit weh'ndem Haare, und streut des Shamrocks welkend Grün zitternd auf ihrer Kinder Bahre. Sie kniet am See, sie kniet am Strom, sie kniet auf ihrer Berge Kronen mehr noch als Harold-Byrons Rom, „Die Niobe der Nationen!
Pagina 59 - schaut uns das felsige Antlitz an; denn jede Schlucht hat ihren blauen See, an jeder Felsenbiegung lugen sie im Sonnenglanze hervor, oder liegen, wie von träumerischen Wimpern überschattet, tief im Dunkel überhängender Felswände.
Pagina 15 - Galway, Mayo und Donegal, endlich die Granite der Mourne Mountains und das basaltische Hochplateau der Grafschaft Antrim im Osten und Nordosten.

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