Glendalloch: And Other Poems |
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afar Ali Pacha angel arm sworded barque beauty Belfast bless blest blood bosom brave breast breath brow cheer cold Columcill courser cried dark dear death devil's dead divine doth dream Drennan Dublin earth Erin ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair fame fate fear feel flow'r glory gold grace grave grave lights hand hath head hear heart heav'n hope Irish king kiss land light lips live look lov'd mind mother ne'er neath never night o'er Odysseus pale peace playmen poison'd pow'r pure round Sassenach seem'd shore sigh skies slave sleep smile soft song soul spirit spirit combat spring sweet sword tears Teucer thee thine thou thought thro throne tomb tow'r Twas United Irishmen VICTOR HUGO voice wave ween Well-a-day and heigho wild WILLIAM DRENNAN wings young youth
Popular passages
Page 280 - This country," says the Earl of Essex, Lord Lieutenant in 1675, "has been perpetually rent and torn since his Majesty's Restoration. I can compare it to nothing better than the flinging the reward, on the death of the deer, among the pack of hounds, where every one pulls and tears where he can for
Page 60 - Thus, in the universe of mind, Is felt the law of love, The charity, both strong and kind, For all that live and move. In this fine sympathetic chain, All creatures bear a part; Their
Page 56 - taste, the ornament that shows Domestic bliss, and, without glaring, glows, Whose gentle pressure serves to keep the mind To all correct, to one discreetly kind. Of simple elegance, th' unconscious charm— The holy amulet to keep from harm; To guard at once and consecrate the shrine, Take this dear pledge, it makes, and keeps
Page 62 - The Heav'n of Heav'ns cannot contain The Universal Lord; Yet He, in humble hearts, will deign To dwell, and be ador'd. Where'er ascends the sacrifice Of fervent praise and pray'r, Or on the earth, or in the skies, The Heav'n of God is there. His presence there is spread abroad, Through realms, through worlds unknown : Who seeks the mercies of his God, Is ever near his throne.
Page 60 - to the feeling heart. More perfect bond, the Christian plan Attaches soul to soul; Our neighbour is the suffering man, Though at the farthest pole. To earth below, from Heav'n above, The faith in Christ profess'd, More clear reveals that God is Love, And whom he loves is blest. Lo! how the Sun, at glorious dawn, The whole horizon fills,
Page 45 - Here, our brother worthy lies, Wake not him with women's cries; Mourn the way that manhood ought; Sit in silent trance of thought. Why cut off in palmy youth ? Truth he spoke, and acted truth ; "Countrymen, Unite!
Page 56 - strict embrace. Plain, precious, pure, as best becomes the wife; Yet firm to bear the frequent rubs of life. Connubial life disd*ains a fragile toy, Which rust can tarnish, or a touch destroy, Nor much admires, what courts the gen'ral gaze, The dazzling diamond's meretricious blaze, That hides, with glare, the anguish of a heart By nature hard, tho
Page 61 - no—your goodness strikes a root That dies not, nor decays, And future life shall yield the fruit, Which blossoms now in praise. The youthful hopes, that now expand Their green and tender leaves, Shall spread a plenty o'er the land, In rich and yellow sheaves. Thus, a small bounty well
Page 64 - Bursting the sepulchre of night ? O! teach me still thy Christian plan, For practice with thy precept ran, Nor yet desert me, now a man— Still let thy scholar's heart rejoice, With charm of thy angelic voice; Still prompt the motive and the choice— For yet remains a little space, Till I shall meet
Page 24 - Their bosoms heave high for the worthy and brave, But no coward shall rest on that soft-swelling wave; Men of Erin! awake, and make haste to be blest! Rise, Arch of the ocean,