Irish Pedigrees: Or, The Origin and Stem of the Irish Nation, Volume 2 (Google eBook)

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J. Duffy and Company, 1892 - Ireland
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Page 4 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me.
Page 544 - Let them and me repose in obscurity and peace, and my tomb remain uninscribed, until other times and other men can do justice to my character. When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth...
Page 3 - THERE came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill : For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill : But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion, Me sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh. Sad is my fate...
Page 4 - Yet, all its sad recollections suppressing, One dying wish my lone bosom can draw ; Erin ! an exile bequeaths thee his blessing : Land of my forefathers ! Erin go bragh ! Buried and cold, when my heart stills her motion, Green be thy fields, sweetest Isle of the Ocean : And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion Erin mavournin ! * Erin go bragh !
Page 4 - Erin my country ! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore ; But alas ! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more ! Oh cruel fate! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace where no perils can chase me?
Page 572 - We were now treading that illustrious island, which was once the luminary of the Caledonian regions, whence savage clans and roving barbarians derived the benefits of knowledge., and the blessings of religion. To abstract the mind from all local emotion would be impossible if it were endeavoured, and would be foolish if it were possible. Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future, predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity...
Page 616 - 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!
Page 616 - And if thou wilt make me an altar of stone, thou shalt not build it of hewn stone : for if thou lift up thy tool upon it, thou hast polluted it.
Page 726 - And love of glory's but an airy lust, Too often in its fury overcoming all Who would as 'twere identify their dust From out the wide destruction, which, entombing all, Leaves nothing till " the coming of the just" Save change : I've stood upon Achilles' tomb, And heard Troy doubted ; time will doubt of Rome.
Page 124 - Europe he denounced destruction to the. only land which dared to be free. The Providential superintendence of this world seems seldom more manifest than in the dispensation which ordained that the French Emperor and Wellesley should be born in the same year; that in the same year they should have embraced the same profession ; and that, natives of distant islands, they should both have sought their military education in that illustrious land which each in his turn was destined to subjugate.

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