Tales and Sketches: Illustrating the Character, Usages, Traditions, Sports and Pastimes of the Irish Peasantry

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J. Duffy, 1845 - Folklore - 393 pages
 

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Page 375 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 116 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee : for whither thou goest, I will go ; and where thou lodgest I will lodge : thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: " Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Page 115 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Page 103 - Cucullin was an ugly customer, no doubt, to meet with ; and, moreover, the idea of the confounded "cake" aforesaid flattened the very heart within him. What chance could he have, strong and brave though he was, with a man who could, when put in a passion, walk the country into earthquakes and knock thunderbolts into pancakes ? The thing was impossible ; and Fin knew not on what hand to turn him. Right or left — backward or forward — where to go he could form no guess whatsoever. "Oonagh," said...
Page 109 - I'm not a match for him," said he, " strong as I am ; tell him I will avoid him as I would the plague, and that I will make myself scarce in this part of the country while I live.
Page 103 - This relieved Fin very much ; for, after all, he had great confidence in his wife, knowing, as he did, that she had got him out of many a quandary before. The present, however, was the greatest of all ; but still he began to get courage, and was able to eat his victuals as usual. Oonagh then drew the nine woollen threads of different colours, which she always did to find out the best way of succeeding in anything of importance she went about. She then platted them into three plats with three colours...
Page 104 - About two o'clock, as he had been expected, Cucullin came in. " God save all here !" said he ; is this where the great Fin M'Coul lives?" " Indeed it is, honest man," replied Oonagh ; " God save you kindly — won't you be sitting ?" " Thank you, ma'am," says he, sitting down ; " you're Mrs. M'Coul, I suppose ?" " I am," said she ; " and I have no reason, I hope, to be ashamed of my husband.
Page 92 - I'll malivogue you — come now, ' Lough Erne Shore' now — listen ! " The poor fellow, though weaving as fast as he could all the time, yet bestowed every possible mark of attention to the music, and seemed to enjoy it as much as if it had been real. But who can tell whether that which we look upon as a privation may not after all be a fountain of increased happiness, greater, perhaps, than any which we ourselves enjoy ? I forget who the poet is who says — ' ' Mysterious are thy laws ; The vision's...
Page 99 - ... do not wish to be too hard on Fin. All we have to say is, that if he wanted a spot from which to keep a sharp lookout, — and between ourselves, he did want it grievously, — barring Slieve Croob, or Slieve Donard, or its own cousin Cullamore, he could not find a neater or more convenient situation for it in the sweet and sagacious province of Ulster. " God save all here ! " said Fin, good-humoredly, on putting his honest face into his own door. " Musha, Fin, avick, an' you're welcome home...
Page 97 - M'Coul himself ; and he swore, by the solemn contents of Moll Kelly's Primer, that he would never rest, night or day, winter or summer, till he would serve Fin with the same sauce, if he could catch him. Fin, however, who no doubt was the cock of the walk on his own dunghill, had a strong disinclination to meet a giant who could make a young earthquake, or flatten a thunderbolt when he was angry ; so he accordingly kept dodging about from place to place, not much to his credit as a Trojan, to be...

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