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... Soon the Saint kicked the Dunnis beyond the Black sea . Then he spoke to the nation- " My sweet congregation , You've spirits remaining that's stronger than he ; • Sure ye knows what I means- They bewilder your brains ― They're as clear ...
... Soon the Saint kicked the Dunnis beyond the Black sea . Then he spoke to the nation- " My sweet congregation , You've spirits remaining that's stronger than he ; • Sure ye knows what I means- They bewilder your brains ― They're as clear ...
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... Soon they filled up their skins : When the Saint he awoke , they were beastly . † As fuddled they lay , Says the Saint , " there's a way To wean them : I'll mawkish stuff put in each bottle ; And when they awake , If a swig they should ...
... Soon they filled up their skins : When the Saint he awoke , they were beastly . † As fuddled they lay , Says the Saint , " there's a way To wean them : I'll mawkish stuff put in each bottle ; And when they awake , If a swig they should ...
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... Soon after , Nees , the hero , " seeing such a mighty throng Of trees , bethought him of the nun . Dear joy ! if this shamrogue should prove By chance to grow in this same grove ; Should Nees so luckily succeed , ' Twould be luck in a ...
... Soon after , Nees , the hero , " seeing such a mighty throng Of trees , bethought him of the nun . Dear joy ! if this shamrogue should prove By chance to grow in this same grove ; Should Nees so luckily succeed , ' Twould be luck in a ...
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... soon after ; and sent from thence to Ireland without delay by Sir Robert Southwell's ancestor , where it was cherished and cultivated for food be- fore the good people of England knew its value ; for Gerarde , who had the plant in his ...
... soon after ; and sent from thence to Ireland without delay by Sir Robert Southwell's ancestor , where it was cherished and cultivated for food be- fore the good people of England knew its value ; for Gerarde , who had the plant in his ...
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... soon unriddled by his telling me that he - Joyce , of all men in the world had become a member of a Temperance Society ! and had taken a vow ( on three months ' trial ) not to drink spirits , save and except on such an occasion as the ...
... soon unriddled by his telling me that he - Joyce , of all men in the world had become a member of a Temperance Society ! and had taken a vow ( on three months ' trial ) not to drink spirits , save and except on such an occasion as the ...
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Page 234 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Page 236 - Of thy belfry, knelling Its bold notes free, Made the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand, on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee. I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's Mole...
Page 143 - There is a stone there, that whoever kisses, Oh! he never misses to grow eloquent. 'Tis he may clamber to a lady's chamber, Or become a member of parliament: A clever spouter he'll sure turn out, or An out-and-outer, "to be let alone," Don't hope to hinder him, or to bewilder him; Sure he's a pilgrim from the Blarney stone!
Page 33 - ... and if they found a plot of water-cresses or shamrocks, there they flocked as to a feast for the time, yet not able to continue there withal; that in short space there were none almost left, and a most populous and plentiful country suddenly left void of man and beast."*** The authors of this calamity reaped from it the expected fruits.
Page 220 - In seventeen hundred and forty and four, The fifth of December, I think, 'twas no more, At five in the morning by most of the clocks, We rode from Kilruddery in search of a fox.
Page 133 - Blacke-water, and the Liffar deep, Sad Trowis, that once his people over-ran, Strong Allo tombling from Slewlogher steep, And Mulla mine, whose waves I whilom taught to weep.
Page 225 - And on the broken pavement, here and there, Doth many a stinking sprat and herring lie; A brandy and tobacco shop is near, And hens, and dogs, and hogs, are feeding by : And here a sailor's jacket hangs to dry.
Page 202 - Still, still in those wilds might young liberty rally, And send her strong shout over mountain and valley, The star of the west might yet rise in its glory, And the land that was darkest be brightest in story.
Page 146 - Tis there the lake is, well stored with perches, And comely eels in the verdant mud; Besides the leeches, and groves of beeches, Standing in order for to guard the flood.
Page 271 - The town of Passage Is both large and spacious, And situated Upon the say. 'Tis nate and dacent, And quite adjacent To come from Cork On a summer's day ; There you may slip in To take a dipping, Foment the shipping That at anchor ride ; Or in a wherry Cross o'er the ferry To Carrigaloe, On the other side.