RhymesSaunders and Otley, 1846 - 407 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
barque beams beautiful Behold the sun Beneath blast blessings blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright bright eye brow charms cheek cloud curse dark dear dearest Death delight despair Donnybrook Fair doth e'er earth eyes fair fame farewell feel flowers foes forget friends Friendship gloomy gloomy day glorious glory grave grief happy HARK harp hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly hope hour Innisfail Israel Jehovah John Barleycorn joyous land Lassie let thy life's light lips Lord Love Him"-by love thee Love's martial music memory MINSTREL mirth morning mourn ne'er shall behold Neath never night o'er once peace pleasures rapture rejoice round rove sacred harp shine sigh sing slumber smile song sorrow soul sparkling spirit STANZAS sweet Sweet Spring tear tell thine thou art thou dost thou'rt throne twas unto voice Weep wing woman youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 384 - I say unto you that likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons which need no repentance.
Seite 10 - Oh, Love! what is it in this world of ours Which makes it fatal to be loved? Ah why With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh? As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers, And place them on their breast — but place to die — Thus the frail beings we would fondly cherish Are laid within our bosoms but to perish.
Seite 404 - And sure it is yet a most beautiful and sweet country as any is under Heaven, being stored throughout with many goodly rivers, replenished with all sorts of fish most abundantly ; sprinkled with many very sweet islands and goodly lakes, like little inland seas...
Seite 402 - The blow was given. M. Edgeworth's face was sprinkled with the king's blood. The executioners walked round the scaffold, holding up the head to be seen by the people. A few, who had probably been hired for the purpose, cried, " Vive la nation ! vive la republique...
Seite 404 - Marry, so there have bin divers good plots devised, and wise councels cast already about reformation of that realm ; but they say it is the fatal destiny of that land, that no purposes whatsoever which are meant for her good will prosper or take good effect ; which, whether it proceed from the very genius of the...
Seite 405 - ... if some Princes in the world had them, they would soon hope to be lords of all the seas, and ere long of all the world; also full of very good ports and havens opening upon England, as inviting us to come unto them, to see what excellent commodities that country can afford; besides the soil itself most fertile, fit to yield all kind of fruit that shall be committed thereunto. And lastly, the Heavens most mild and temperate, though somewhat more moist in the parts towards the west."t * Davis's...
Seite 404 - ... the very genius of the soil, or influence of the stars, or that Almighty God hath not yet appointed the time of her reformation, or that He reserveth her in this unquiet state still for some secret scourge, which shall by her come into England, it is hard to be known, but yet much to be feared.
Seite 401 - FORGIVE and forget ! why the world would be lonely, The garden a wilderness left to deform, If the flowers but remembered the chilling winds only, And the fields gave no verdure for fear of the storm ! Oh ! still in thy loveliness, emblem the flower, Give the fragrance of feeling to sweeten life's way ; And prolong not again the brief cloud of an hour, With tears that but darken the rest of the day. Forgive...
Seite 75 - If pour'd out by thee. You, who call it dishonour To bow to this flame, If you've eyes, look but on her, And blush while you blame. Hath the pearl less whiteness Because of its birth ? Hath the violet less brightness For growing near earth ? No — Man for his glory To ancestry flies ; But Woman's bright story Is told in her eyes. While the Monarch but traces Thro' mortals his line, Beauty, born of the Graces, Ranks next to Divine 1 THEY KNOW NOT MY HEART.
Seite 404 - BUT if that country of Ireland, whence you lately came, be of so goodly and commodious a soil, as you report, I wonder that no course is taken for the turning thereof to good uses, and reducing that nation to better government and civility.