Popular Irish Readings in Prose and VerseRobert Ford A. Gardner, 1897 - 128 oldal |
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7. oldal
... Phadrig Crohoore .................. . The Irish Schoolmaster .. Orange and Green ....... Father Phil's Subscription List ...... Samuel Lover .. ..John Keegan ...... ..... ..26 .Anonymous ... .28 .Robert Crompton ........ .34 ..Charles ...
... Phadrig Crohoore .................. . The Irish Schoolmaster .. Orange and Green ....... Father Phil's Subscription List ...... Samuel Lover .. ..John Keegan ...... ..... ..26 .Anonymous ... .28 .Robert Crompton ........ .34 ..Charles ...
46. oldal
... PHADRIG CROHOORE . BY J. S. LEFAUN . OH ! Phadrig Crohoore was a broth of a boy , And he stood six feet eight ; And his arm was as round as another man's thigh , — ' Tis Phadrig was great . His hair was as black as the shadows of night ...
... PHADRIG CROHOORE . BY J. S. LEFAUN . OH ! Phadrig Crohoore was a broth of a boy , And he stood six feet eight ; And his arm was as round as another man's thigh , — ' Tis Phadrig was great . His hair was as black as the shadows of night ...
47. oldal
... Phadrig Crohoore was a broth of a boy , And he stood six feet eight ; His arm was as big as another man's thigh- ' Tis Phadrig was great . As he walked slowly up , watched by many a bright eye , As a dark cloud moves on through the ...
... Phadrig Crohoore was a broth of a boy , And he stood six feet eight ; His arm was as big as another man's thigh- ' Tis Phadrig was great . As he walked slowly up , watched by many a bright eye , As a dark cloud moves on through the ...
48. oldal
... Phadrig never knew fear Of his foemen , and God knows he scorns it here . I ask but your leave , for three minutes or four , To speak to that girl whom I ne'er may see more . ” Then he turned to Kathleen , and his voice changed its tone ...
... Phadrig never knew fear Of his foemen , and God knows he scorns it here . I ask but your leave , for three minutes or four , To speak to that girl whom I ne'er may see more . ” Then he turned to Kathleen , and his voice changed its tone ...
49. oldal
... Phadrig or Kathleen they never saw more . But those days are gone by , and his , too , are o'er , And the grass is growing over the grave of Crohoore , For he wouldn't be aisy or quiet at all ; As he lived a brave boy , he resolved so ...
... Phadrig or Kathleen they never saw more . But those days are gone by , and his , too , are o'er , And the grass is growing over the grave of Crohoore , For he wouldn't be aisy or quiet at all ; As he lived a brave boy , he resolved so ...
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afther Andy Andy's Arrah Ballinamuck Bernard O'Dowd Biddy bottle Caoch O'Leary captain Celt CHARLES LEVER Ciudad Rodrigo Cork craythur crowd Darby darlint divil Donegal drame eyes faith Father O'Higgins Father Phil fellow gentleman give goin gridiron hand head heard heart honour Ireland Irish jist ketch LAKOLA land laugh letter look luck Mick Purcell Mickey mighty Miss Dashwood Miss Macan Molchy Molly Molly Malone mornin munseer never night o'er O'Hanlon O'Harman Ohone Orangeman ould woman Paddy Peg of Limavaddy Peggy O'Neal Peggy's Phadrig Crohoore plaze poor postmaster pray priest round saint SAMUEL LOVER says Mick says the widdy scran Shamus O'Brien shout shure shwim squire stood sure tell there's thim thing thought Troth turned twas voice what's Widow Malone word
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24. oldal - ... ever — and, faith, I began to think that maybe the captain was wrong, and that it was not France at all at all ; and so says I,
98. oldal - O judge ! darlin', don't, oh, don't say the word! The crathur is young, have mercy, my lord ; He was foolish, he didn't know what he was doin' You don't know him, my lord,— oh, don't give him to ruin.
22. oldal - I'm as good a furriner myself as any o' thim.' " ' What do you mane ?' says he. " ' I mane,' says I, ' what I towld you, that I'm as good a furriner myself as any o
27. oldal - O'Leary. Well — twenty summers had gone past, And June's red sun was sinking, When I, a man, sat by my door, Of twenty sad things thinking. A little dog came up the way, His gait was slow and weary, And at his tail a lame man limped — 'Twas "Pinch
44. oldal - Of lovers she had a full score, Or more; And fortunes they all had galore, In store; From the minister down To the Clerk of the Crown, All were courting the Widow Malone, Ohone!
44. oldal - you're my Molly Malone, My own ! Oh," says he, " you're my Molly Malone." And the widow they all thought so shy, My eye ! Ne'er thought of a simper or sigh, For why ? But " Lucius," says she, " Since you've now made so free, You may marry your Mary Malone, Ohone ! You may marry your Mary Malone.
27. oldal - O'Leary ! Old Caoch, but, oh ! how woe-begone ! His form is bowed and bending, His fleshless hands are stiff and wan, Ay — Time is even blending The colours on his threadbare ' bag ' — And ' Pinch ' is twice as hairy And 'thin-spare' as when first I saw Himself and Caoch O'Leary. ' God's blessing here ! ' the wanderer cried, ' Far, far be hell's black viper ; Does anybody hereabouts Remember Caoch the Piper ? ' With swelling heart I grasped his hand ; The old man murmured, 'Deary, Are you the...
78. oldal - Indeed, then, sure enough I was, that's no lie for you, sir. Good morning to you, but it is not rich I am now - but have you another bottle, for I want it now as much as I did long ago; so if you have it, sir, here is the cow for it.' 'And here is the bottle,' said the old man, smiling; 'you know what to do with it.
113. oldal - Yes, sir," said the postmaster, producing one, — " fourpence." The gentleman paid the fourpence postage, and left the shop with his letter. " Here's a letter for the squire," said the postmaster, "you've to pay me elevenpence postage.
21. oldal - Well, with that my heart began to grow light: and when I seen my life was safe I began to grow twice hungrier nor ever; so says I, 'Captain jewel, I wish we had a gridiron.