The cabinet of Irish literature, with biogr. sketches and literary notices by C.A. Read (T.P. O'Connor).Charles Anderton Read 1880 |
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... Souls , 83 The Wild West ( from " The Scalp - hunters " ) , 141 Capture of an Indian Chief ( do . ) , 143 MEADOWS TAYLOR ( 1808–1876 ) , .. 84 How the Mutiny was Prepared ( from " Seeta " ) , 84 EVA MARY KELLY ,. 145 The People's Chief ...
... Souls , 83 The Wild West ( from " The Scalp - hunters " ) , 141 Capture of an Indian Chief ( do . ) , 143 MEADOWS TAYLOR ( 1808–1876 ) , .. 84 How the Mutiny was Prepared ( from " Seeta " ) , 84 EVA MARY KELLY ,. 145 The People's Chief ...
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... soul , you're pleasant companions --but I'll give you a chant to enliven you . ' So saying , he cleared his throat with a couple of short coughs , and struck up , with the voice of a Stentor , the following verse of a popular ballad ...
... soul , you're pleasant companions --but I'll give you a chant to enliven you . ' So saying , he cleared his throat with a couple of short coughs , and struck up , with the voice of a Stentor , the following verse of a popular ballad ...
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... soul of an Irish dragoon , In battle , in bivouac , or in saloon- From the tip of his spur to his bright sabretasche . With his soldierly gait and his bearing so high , His gay laughing look , and his light speaking eye , He frowns at ...
... soul of an Irish dragoon , In battle , in bivouac , or in saloon- From the tip of his spur to his bright sabretasche . With his soldierly gait and his bearing so high , His gay laughing look , and his light speaking eye , He frowns at ...
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... soul in the night bivouac- With his jingling spur and his bright sabretasche . Oh ! there you may see him in full glory crown'd , As he sits ' mid his friends on the hardly won ground , And hear with what feeling the toast he will give ...
... soul in the night bivouac- With his jingling spur and his bright sabretasche . Oh ! there you may see him in full glory crown'd , As he sits ' mid his friends on the hardly won ground , And hear with what feeling the toast he will give ...
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... soul to some illigant lilt ; Now I like Garryowen , When I hear it at home , But it's not half so sweet when you're going to be kilt . Then though up late and early , Our pay comes so rarely , The devil a farthing we've ever to spare ...
... soul to some illigant lilt ; Now I like Garryowen , When I hear it at home , But it's not half so sweet when you're going to be kilt . Then though up late and early , Our pay comes so rarely , The devil a farthing we've ever to spare ...
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Стр. 172 - And no man dug that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er; For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.
Стр. 129 - I do not think he is entitled to say that his molecular groupings and his molecular motions explain everything. In reality they explain nothing. The utmost he can affirm is the association of two classes of phenomena, of whose real bond of union he is in absolute ignorance. The problem of the connection of body and soul is as insoluble in its modern form as it was in the pre-scientific ages.
Стр. 59 - The high sun sees not, on the earth, such fiery fearful show ; The roof-ribs swarth, the candent hearth, the ruddy lurid row Of smiths, that stand, an ardent band, like men before the foe; As, quivering through his fleece of flame, the sailing monster, slow Sinks on the anvil — all about the faces fiery grow — "Hurrah!" they shout, "leap out— leap out;" bang, bang, the sledges go ; Hurrah'!
Стр. 301 - (she said), ' whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Стр. 266 - There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed by the Creator into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being evolved.
Стр. 129 - ... the passage from the current to the needle, if not demonstrable, is thinkable, and that we entertain no doubt as to the final mechanical solution of the problem ; but the passage from the physics of the brain to the corresponding facts of consciousness is unthinkable. Granted that a definite thought and a definite molecular action in the brain occur simultaneously, we do not possess the intellectual organ, nor, apparently, any rudiment of the organ, which would enable us to pass by a process...
Стр. 59 - Our anchor soon must change his bed of fiery rich array, For a hammock at the roaring bows, or an oozy couch of clay; Our anchor soon must change the lay of merry craftsmen here, For the Yeo-heave-o...
Стр. 61 - twas thus the maidens cried, Three merry maidens fair in kirtles of the green ; And Anna laid the rock and the weary wheel aside — The fairest of the four, I ween. They're glancing through the glimmer of the quiet eve, Away in milky wavings of neck and ankle bare ; The heavy-sliding stream in its sleepy song they leave. And the crags in the ghostly air. And linking...
Стр. 173 - With the incarnate Son of God. O lonely tomb in Moab's land! O dark Beth-peor's hill! Speak to these curious hearts of ours, And teach them to be still: God hath his mysteries of grace, Ways that we cannot tell, He hides them deep, like the secret sleep Of him he loved so well.
Стр. 77 - But the Sensitive Plant which could give small fruit Of the love which it felt from the leaf to the root, Received more than all, it loved more than ever, Where none wanted but it, could belong to the giver...