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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 sooth, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 118 - 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 117 - 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 374 - Thou hast fann'd the sleeping Earth Till her dreams are all of flowers, And the waters look in mirth For their overhanging bowers ; The forest seems to listen For the rustle of its leaves, And the very skies to glisten In the hope of summer eves.
Page 105 - 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.
Page 111 - Cucullin, seeing what he had seen, was of the same opinion himself; his knees knocked together with the terror of Fin's return, and he accordingly hastened in to bid Oonagh farewell, and to assure her, that from that day out, he never wished to hear of, much less to see, her husband. "I admit fairly that 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 105 - 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 103 - What do you see ?" asked the other. " Goodness be about us !" exclaimed Granua, " I see the biggest giant that ever was known, coming up from Dungannon.
Page 106 - Cucullin should come. Having done all this, she sat down quite contented, waiting for his arrival on the next day about two o'clock, that being the hour at which he was expected — for Fin knew as much by the sucking of his thumb. Now, this was a curious property that Fin's thumb had ; but, notwithstanding all the wisdom and logic he used to suck out of it, it could never have stood to him here were it not for the wit of his wife. In this very thing, moreover, he was very much resembled by his great...
Page 101 - ... 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 look-out — 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-humouredly, on putting his honest face into his own door. 'Musha, Fin, avick, an' you're welcome home to...