The Irish quarterly review, 5. kötet1855 |
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22. oldal
... England by Lord Brougham , and other zealous friends of the cause of Popular Education . For See Report on the Clonmel District Model School for the year 1850 , by James W. Kavanagh , Esq . , Head Inspector of National Schools : see ...
... England by Lord Brougham , and other zealous friends of the cause of Popular Education . For See Report on the Clonmel District Model School for the year 1850 , by James W. Kavanagh , Esq . , Head Inspector of National Schools : see ...
33. oldal
... England gives , golden wreaths , were all , he fancied , within his grasp , to be secured by industry . Within three years he had made , for himself , a reputation by honorable , but unflinching work ; and he looked upon it but as the ...
... England gives , golden wreaths , were all , he fancied , within his grasp , to be secured by industry . Within three years he had made , for himself , a reputation by honorable , but unflinching work ; and he looked upon it but as the ...
69. oldal
... England s heart , and in each life - throb mark , The pealing thought of freedom ring its Tocsin in the dark . I see the Toiler hath become a glorious Christ - like preacher , And , as he wins a crust , stands proudly forth , the great ...
... England s heart , and in each life - throb mark , The pealing thought of freedom ring its Tocsin in the dark . I see the Toiler hath become a glorious Christ - like preacher , And , as he wins a crust , stands proudly forth , the great ...
71. oldal
... ENGLAND'S RED ROSE . LIKE a stern old friend , War grimly comes To the temple of peaceful Life ; With the well known nod of his beckoning plumes He hurries us into the strife . And we meet once more , in the fields of fate , With our ...
... ENGLAND'S RED ROSE . LIKE a stern old friend , War grimly comes To the temple of peaceful Life ; With the well known nod of his beckoning plumes He hurries us into the strife . And we meet once more , in the fields of fate , With our ...
72. oldal
... England's Red Rose Are twined in a Coronal now ; And at War's bloody bridal it glitters and glows On Liberty's beautiful brow . Till the last fetter'd nation that calls us is free , Let us fall upon Tyranny's horde ! Brave Italy ...
... England's Red Rose Are twined in a Coronal now ; And at War's bloody bridal it glitters and glows On Liberty's beautiful brow . Till the last fetter'd nation that calls us is free , Let us fall upon Tyranny's horde ! Brave Italy ...
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581. oldal - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
575. oldal - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
581. oldal - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives...
577. oldal - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
201. oldal - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves, Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings; He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
577. oldal - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls,...
464. oldal - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
218. oldal - And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
575. oldal - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
465. oldal - Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred.