Reisen in Irland, oder Irland in historischer, statistischer, politischer und socialer BeziehungBünson, 1845 - 80 pages |
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Reisen in Irland: oder Irland in historischer, statistischer, politischer ... Cnut. J. Clement Affichage du livre entier - 1845 |
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acres alten Annalen Annalen von Ulster Antrim Armagh armen Armuth Banagher beiden Belfast Berge Bischof Bucht Clontarf Connaught Cork Dänen dänischen Derry deſſen deutsche Meilen dieſe Donegal Drogheda Dublin Ebne Eigenthum Eiland England englischen Eroberung ersten Fethard find Fingal Flecken Fluß Fremden frisische Fuß Galway ganze Gegend germanische gewiß gewöhnlich geworden groß Großbrittanien großen Hafen Haus Hebriden heißt hoch Hochlanden hohen Howth Insel irische Sprache irischen Irland iſt Jahre Jahrhundert jezt Kartoffeln Kelten keltische Kildare Kilkenny Killarney Kirche kleinen König Küsten Land Landschaft Werford lange läßt leases Leben Leinster lezten lich liegt Liffey Limerick Loch Lochlin Lord Manks meisten Menschen Millionen muß Namen nemlich nordfrisischen nördlich Normannen O'Connell Orkney Osian Pacht runden Thurm schen schottischen Schottland ſein Shannon Shill ſich ſie ſind Sprache Stadt stark Thal Theil Tipperary Ulster ungefehr unsern Ursprung viel Volk vornemlich Wales ward Waterford weiß Weltmeer wenig Westen Wicklow wild Wirthshäusern Youghal
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Page 2 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Page 2 - The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Page 317 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites...
Page 258 - Celtic language bath been preserved, with less corruption, than even in Britain ; where the- Danish, Saxon and French languages have been interwoven with it; be that as it may, the inhabitants are remarkably industrious, cleanly to an extreme, and possessed of great simplicity of manners ; virtu...