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... GRIFFIN 168 CALLANAN , THE BARD OF GOUGAUNE BARRA 186 IRISH BALLADRY 197 DOCTOR MAGINN 203 NOTE ON GRANTLEY BERKLEY 232 FATHER PROUT RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN 236 267 NOVA HIBERNIA UNIV . OF CALIFORNIA TH NOVA HIBERNIA HE.
... GRIFFIN 168 CALLANAN , THE BARD OF GOUGAUNE BARRA 186 IRISH BALLADRY 197 DOCTOR MAGINN 203 NOTE ON GRANTLEY BERKLEY 232 FATHER PROUT RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN 236 267 NOVA HIBERNIA UNIV . OF CALIFORNIA TH NOVA HIBERNIA HE.
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... Sheridan finely said ) , at least acquired an honourary initial or two , and anchored their old age in the secure Al- satia of political conformity . I do not con- demn them . The world may be as often wrong about its heroes as about ...
... Sheridan finely said ) , at least acquired an honourary initial or two , and anchored their old age in the secure Al- satia of political conformity . I do not con- demn them . The world may be as often wrong about its heroes as about ...
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... Sheridan and Lord Edward Fitz- gerald are not proposed as perfect models of biography , neither are they of merely medi- ocre value . The " Sheridan " is enriched with some of Moore's most brilliant prose and the Life of Lord Edward ...
... Sheridan and Lord Edward Fitz- gerald are not proposed as perfect models of biography , neither are they of merely medi- ocre value . The " Sheridan " is enriched with some of Moore's most brilliant prose and the Life of Lord Edward ...
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... Sheridan Knowles , the drama- tist ; there was Thomas Davis , heart of fire and tongue of gold , and poor Callanan , bard of Gougaune Barra . But , indeed , to rehearse the roll of Cork's illustrious sons might , in the end , become as ...
... Sheridan Knowles , the drama- tist ; there was Thomas Davis , heart of fire and tongue of gold , and poor Callanan , bard of Gougaune Barra . But , indeed , to rehearse the roll of Cork's illustrious sons might , in the end , become as ...
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... the close of Maginn's life , which was as gloomy as its meridian had been brilliant . As Moore says of a more fa- mous Irishman , Richard Brinsley Sheridan , whom Maginn strongly resembled in his last evil fortune , DOCTOR MAGINN 229.
... the close of Maginn's life , which was as gloomy as its meridian had been brilliant . As Moore says of a more fa- mous Irishman , Richard Brinsley Sheridan , whom Maginn strongly resembled in his last evil fortune , DOCTOR MAGINN 229.
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Page 165 - So come in the evening, or come in the morning, Come when you're looked for, or come without warning, Kisses and welcome you'll find here before you, And the oftener you come here the more I'll adore you...
Page 50 - That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee stilL Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine ! Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine ; If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone ; I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I wak:d was thy own.
Page 80 - I'd touch her neck so warm and white. And I would be the girdle About her dainty dainty waist, And her heart would beat against me, In sorrow and in rest: And I should know if it beat right, I'd clasp it round so close and tight. And I would be the necklace...
Page 49 - 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 chords to light, freedom, and song...
Page 139 - And tell how now, amid wreck and sorrow, And want, and sickness, and houseless nights, He bides in calmness the silent morrow That no ray lights. And lives he still then? Yes! Old and hoary At thirty-nine, from despair and woe, He lives, enduring what future story Will never know. Him grant a grave to, ye pitying noble, Deep in your bosoms! There let him dwell ! He, too, had tears for all souls in trouble, Here and in hell.
Page 84 - Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Page 71 - As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow, While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be tinged with a warm sunny smile, Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.
Page 247 - 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 138 - His mind grew dim. And he fell far through that pit abysmal, The gulf and grave of Maginn and Burns, And pawned his soul for the devil's dismal Stock of returns.
Page 248 - 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.