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Page 268 - There's a land, a dear land, where the rights of the free Though firm as the earth, are as wide as the sea ; Where the primroses bloom and the nightingales sing, And the honest poor man is as good as a king.
Page 69 - EVER and evermore Upon the steep life-shore Of Death's dark main, Bare to the bitter skies, His mournful task he plies In vain, in vain ! Sometimes he looks to Heaven And asks to be forgiven The grievous pain. The stars look sadly down, The cold sun seems to frown — In vain, in vain...
Page 71 - Do not all Earth and Sea Repeat Eternally Th' unvarying strain? The old and sad lament With human voices blent, In vain, in vain ! Through the green forest arch The wild winds in their march Sigh and complain; The torrent on the hill Moans to the midnight chill, In vain, in vain ! The hoarse monotonous waves Attune from all their caves, Through storm and rain, The melancholy cry, To listening Earth and sky, In vain, in vain ! Love mourns its early dead; Hope its illusions fled, Or rudely slain; And...
Page 256 - And oft this little, very little, Happy little man. Would talk a little to himself About the great world's plan: " Though people think me very poor, 1 feel I'm very glad, And this I'm sure could scarcely be If 1 were very bad. Rich knaves who cannot rest o
Page 148 - I've an estate of solid earth, Nor bread nor very deep, Where wild winds blow and daisies grow, And moonlight shadows sleep. 'Tis six feet long and two feet wide, Shut out from sorrow's call. It shall be mine some happy day, — Enough though it be small. Till trump of doom it shall be mine, And make amends for all ; Lost health, lost heart, lost love, lost hope t More than amends for all. IRISH JUDICIAL AND CRIMINAL STATISTICS. DR. NEILSON...
Page 269 - There's a land, a dear land, where our vigour of soul, Is fed by the tempests that blow from the Pole ; Where a slave cannot breathe, or invader presume, To ask for more earth than will cover his tomb. Sea Land ! Free Land ! Fairest ! Rarest ! Home of brave men, and the girls they adore ! Fearless ! Peerless ! Thy Land ! My Land ! Glory be with her, and Peace evermore ! Charles Mackay.
Page 140 - ... that she delighted in humouring them : on this matter she was far too cunning to take their advice. A great dynastic alliance meant that he who shared her bed would, practically, share her throne. But the throne, at least, was sacred. She was like unto " The Fair Serpent " of the poet's fancy — " A serpent, woman-headed, With loose and floating hair. Beware, O fool ! how you touch it, Beware for your soul, beware.
Page 215 - Spirits of Joy or Sadness, in their brief sweet Summer day ; Spirits that aye possess me, and keep me, if I wander, In the line of the straight, and the flower of the fruitful way. Spirits of women and children — spirits of friends departed — Spirits of dear companions that have gone to the levelling tomb, Hallowed for ever and ever with the sanctity of sorrow, And the aureole of death that crowns them in the gloom. Spirits of Hope and Faith, and one supremely lovely, That sang to me years agone,...
Page 148 - WHAT signify the care and pain That I must yet endure, The loss of Love — the Love in vain, The crime of being poor ? I've an estate of solid earth, Nor broad nor very deep, "Where wild winds blow and daisies grow, And moonlight shadows sleep.
Page 213 - mid the flickering lights, when all the guests had departed, Alone at the head of the table, and dreamed of the days that were gone; Neither asleep nor waking, nor sad nor' cheery-hearted — But passive as a leaf by the wild November blown. I thought — if thinking 'twere when thoughts were dimmer than shadows — And toyed the while with the music I drew from the rim of the bowl, Passing my fingers round, as if my will compelled it To answer my shapeless dreams, as soul might answer soul.