The harp of Innisfail [poems] by D.S.L.Joseph Robins, 1829 - 197 halaman |
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abbey Alban Butler altars beam beauty beauty's blaze bliss blood bloom blue blush boat bosom bowers breast breath bright brow cheek cloud completely measured Cora dark death diamond caves e'er earth echo Erin Erin's fair fairy falchion feeling Gerald Fitz-Gerald Geraldine gloom glory glow grave grief happy harp hath heart heaven hill hope hung Innisfail Innisfallen Ireland Irish isle Killarney lake lake of Killarney land light Lixnaw lonely looked Lough Corrib Lough Lane lyre Mangerton Miss Le Clere morning mountains neath never night o'er patriot perly pinnace Prisoner of Chillon rock round ruin scene seemed shore shrine skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spot stag hunt stood stray sweet tale tear thee thine thing thou art throne tism tomb Twas twere voice wave weep White Knight wild wing withered young youth
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Halaman 102 - ... sorrow. If beauty interests our feelings, and misfortune claims our sympathy in the ordinary walks of life, shall we refuse it to the high-born — to the illustrious by descent — to the wedded partner of the noble and the brave ? A stranger in our land, she was the adopted child of Erin ; but, alas ! the adopted of her misfortunes.— Personal Narrative of the Irish Rebellion, p. 152. I SAW her in her pride of bloom, Gazing- upon her husband's face ; While her dark tresses, like a plume, Fell...
Halaman xxxiii - Let every soul," says the blessed Apostle Paul, the Doctor of the Gentiles, " be subject to the higher powers ; for there is no power but from God ; and those that are, are ordained of God. Therefore he that resisteth power resisteth the ordinance of God Wherefore be subject of necessity, not only for wrath, but for conscience
Halaman ix - Dear Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy cords to light, freedom and song...
Halaman 128 - There is none In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.
Halaman xxxvii - ... the fairy band away. They pass'd, and only left behind A lingering fragrance on the wind, And on the lake, their haunted home, One long white wreath of silver foam. Heard I in each surrounding vale What was that mortal maiden's tale: Last of her race, a lonely flower, She dwelt within their ruin'd tower. Orphan without one link to bind Nature's affection to her kind ; She grew up a neglected child, As pure, as beautiful, as wild As the field flowers which were for years Her only comrades and...
Halaman 83 - My young eyes dwelt on thine. The love, the light Of thy soul's majesty, surpassing bright, Were Heaven and all to me, in those sweet days. Lady, I am not now what I was then ! The loneliness of sorrow, and the night Of misery, have been to me a blight, Which doth estrange me from my fellow-men.
Halaman xxxvii - Twas a fair scene — a Land more bright Never did mortal eye behold ! Who could have thought, that saw this night Those valleys and their fruits of gold Basking in...
Halaman 134 - Hereditary bondsman ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow i By their right arms the conquest must be wrought ? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye ? No ! True, they may lay your proud despoilers low, But not for you will Freedom's altars flame. Shades of the Helots ! triumph o'er your foe...
Halaman 103 - Making this loving, lovely thing, \ child of tears and suffering! Her patriot lord is on the bier, His red sword in his soldier-hand, And in her hour of grief and fear, She sorrows for that better land, Where the redeeming God will speak Comfort and succour to the weak. For her the birds of morn impart No pleasure in their matin hymn; For death is in her silent heart, And her rapt- feelings sleep with him, Who slumbers in the nameless grave, That waits the unsuccessful brave. Oh! woman's love and...
Halaman 143 - ... sight ; in the few critical moments which he now has to consult for his safety, he looks towards the lake as his only asylum, preferring drowning to being torn in pieces by -his merciless enemies. Once more he looks upwards, but the bills are insurmountable ; and the woods, so lately...