Day and Night Songs, العدد 12George Routledge and Company, 1854 - 62 من الصفحات |
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accents Alice angel-light beneath bless blest bloom blossoms blue bold bold game brave breathe Breathing songs breeze Britain brothers Chaffinch Chartist cheer child crown crowning war curse dark dear deep Dirty Old doth dream earth EOLIAN eyes faint fate fear flowers fond friends gloom God's golden grave grey hath heart Heav'n Heaven's honour hope hour labour life's light live lord lyre maid man's men gods mother murmurs ne'er neath never night o'er ocean poet voice poor praise prayer prize round scarce scorn seek seem'd shade shame skies sleep smile song soul soul'd speak spirit stars stern strife strong to save sunshine sweet tears tempest thee There's thine thou thought throng toil Toil's trembling true trust truth Twas voice VOICES OF HOPE wake waves ween wife wild words wrong is right yield
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة iii - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home, They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain-lake, With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake.
الصفحة iii - He's nigh lost his wits. With a bridge of white mist Columbkill he crosses. On his stately journeys From Slieveleague to Rosses; Or going up with music On cold starry nights, To sup with the Queen Of the gay Northern Lights. They stole little Bridget For seven years long; When she came down again Her friends were all gone.
الصفحة xiv - Her nose is straight and handsome, her eyebrows lifted up, Her chin is very neat and pert, and smooth like a china cup, Her hair's the brag of Ireland, so weighty and so fine; It's rolling down upon her neck, and gathered in a twine. The dance o...
الصفحة vii - She linger'da moment — she might not stay. How long since I saw that fair pale face! Ah! Mother dear ! might I only place My head on...
الصفحة xv - I'll never wish it less. The proudest place would fit your face, and I am poor and low ; But blessings be about you, dear, wherever you may go...
الصفحة xxvi - Back! back! back! Rrr-run away!' O Thrush, be still! Or, at thy will, Seek some less sad interpreter than I. 'Air, air! blue air and white! Whither I flee, whither, O whither, O whither I flee!' (Thus the Lark hurried, mounting from the lea) 'Hills, countries, many waters glittering bright, Whither I see, whither I see! deeper, deeper, deeper, whither I see, see, see!' 'Gay Lark," I said, The song that's bred In happy nest may well to heaven make flight.
الصفحة iv - As dig them up in spite, He shall find their sharpest thorns In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men ; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!
الصفحة xxxii - Of heirloom jewels, prized so much, Were many changed to chips and clods ; And even statues of the gods Crumbled beneath its touch. Then angrily the people cried : " The loss outweighs the profit far. Our goods suffice us as they are; We will not have them tried.
الصفحة xiii - I'd hardly see the rest; Be what it may the time o' day, the place be where it will, Sweet looks o' Mary Donnelly, they bloom before me still.