Shamrock and Thistle, Or, Young America in Ireland and Scotland: A Story of Travel and Adventure

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Lee and Shepard, 1874 - Adventure stories - 343 pages
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Page 131 - To feel how fair shall long be mine. Sweet Innisfallen, long shall dwell In memory's dream that sunny smile Which o'er thee on that evening fell, When first I saw thy fairy isle.
Page 244 - In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Kate soon will be a woefu
Page 23 - REMEMBER the glories of Brien the brave, Though the days of the hero are o'er ; Though lost to Mononia,* and cold in the grave, He returns to Kinkora8 no more.
Page 112 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 59 - THE Groves of Blarney They look so charming, Down by the purling Of sweet silent streams. Being banked with posies, That spontaneous grow there, Planted in order By the sweet rock close.
Page 23 - THE HARP THAT ONCE THRO' TARA'S HALLS, rPHE harp that once through Tara's halls •*• The soul of music shed...
Page 38 - The town of Passage Is both large and spacious, And situated Upon the say. 'Tis nate and dacent, And quite adjacent To come from Cork On a summer's day ; There you may slip in To take a dipping, Foment the shipping That at anchor ride ; Or in a wherry Cross o'er the ferry To Carrigaloe, On the other side.
Page 183 - Fin at last applied to the king, who perhaps not daring to question the doings of such a weighty man, gave him leave to construct a causeway right to Scotland, on which the Scot walked over and fought the Irishman. Fin turned out victor, and with an amount of generosity quite becoming his Hibernian descent, kindly allowed his former rival to marry and settle in Ireland, which the Scot was...
Page 130 - See, They spring for me, Those leafy gems of morning ! " — Says Love, " No, no, For me they grow, My fragrant path adorning.
Page 37 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.

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