The Keen of the South of Ireland: As Illustrative of Irish Political and Domestic History, Manners, Music, and SuperstitionsThomas Crofton Croker |
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... Richard Mus- grave's history of the Irish Rebellions . Sheehy , who appears to have been prosecuted by Mr. or Sir Thomas Maude , was convicted of the murder of an idiot lad named Bird , who it is now gene- rally believed was sent out of ...
... Richard Mus- grave's history of the Irish Rebellions . Sheehy , who appears to have been prosecuted by Mr. or Sir Thomas Maude , was convicted of the murder of an idiot lad named Bird , who it is now gene- rally believed was sent out of ...
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... Richard Cox The Fisherman's Keen for his sons The Widow Lane's Keen on her daughter Keen on young Ryan . The Smith's Keen Keen on Mr. Samuel Hodder Keen on young Drinan The Convict of Clonmel Keen on the Editor's departure from Ireland ...
... Richard Cox The Fisherman's Keen for his sons The Widow Lane's Keen on her daughter Keen on young Ryan . The Smith's Keen Keen on Mr. Samuel Hodder Keen on young Drinan The Convict of Clonmel Keen on the Editor's departure from Ireland ...
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... Richard , Thomas , = Knight of Glin , heir Knight of Glin , heir died before his father without issue to his to his bro- brother ther Richa Will dated 1781 ; proved 1801 John Fitzgerald , Knight of Glin = Mary , daughter of John Bate ...
... Richard , Thomas , = Knight of Glin , heir Knight of Glin , heir died before his father without issue to his to his bro- brother ther Richa Will dated 1781 ; proved 1801 John Fitzgerald , Knight of Glin = Mary , daughter of John Bate ...
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... Richard and Edmond , and give them thy grace , With Thomas , the tenderest branch of his race.- KEEN FOR O'SULLIVAN BEAR . TRANSLATED FROM THE IRISH BY MR . CALLANAN . THIS was originally printed in Blackwood's Magazine for Feb. 1823 ...
... Richard and Edmond , and give them thy grace , With Thomas , the tenderest branch of his race.- KEEN FOR O'SULLIVAN BEAR . TRANSLATED FROM THE IRISH BY MR . CALLANAN . THIS was originally printed in Blackwood's Magazine for Feb. 1823 ...
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... RICHARD COX . TRANSLATED FROM THE IRISH , BY THE EDITOR , AND was taken down by him , from Mrs. Harrington , a pro- fessional keener , in 1818. This keen is versified after the ... Richard , OF THE SOUTH OF IRELAND . 75 Keen on Sir Richard.
... RICHARD COX . TRANSLATED FROM THE IRISH , BY THE EDITOR , AND was taken down by him , from Mrs. Harrington , a pro- fessional keener , in 1818. This keen is versified after the ... Richard , OF THE SOUTH OF IRELAND . 75 Keen on Sir Richard.
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Page 47 - Sleep is a reconciling, A rest that peace begets; Doth not the sun rise smiling When fair at even he sets? Rest you then, rest, sad eyes ! Melt not in weeping, While she lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies Sleeping.
Page 41 - Mirth can do with her enticing parts. Sorrow was there made fair, And Passion wise; Tears a delightful thing; Silence beyond all speech, a wisdom rare; She made her sighs to sing, And all things with so sweet a sadness move As made my heart at once both grieve and love. O fairer than aught else The world can show, leave off in time to grieve. Enough, enough; your joyful look excels: Tears kill the heart, believe. O strive not to be excellent in woe, Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.
Page 99 - HOW hard is my fortune. And vain my repining ! The strong rope of fate For this young neck is twining. My strength is departed, My cheek sunk and sallow, While I languish in chains In the gaol of Clonmala.' No boy in the village Was ever yet milder. I'd play with a child, And my sport would be wilder ; I'd dance without tiring From morning till even, And the goal-ball I'd strike To the lightning of heaven. At my bed-foot decaying, My hurlbat is lying ; Thro...
Page 59 - Through ocean to trail him, Like a fish after slaughter— 'Tis therefore I wail him. Long may the curse Of his people pursue them : Scully that sold him, And soldier that slew him ! One glimpse of heaven's light May they see never ! May the hearthstone of hell Be their best bed...
Page 34 - Where honour Cupid's rival is, There miracles are seen of his. If Cynthia crave her ring of me, I blot her name out of the tree. If doubt do darken things held dear, Then well fare nothing once a year ! For many run, but one must win ; Fools, only, hedge the cuckoo in.
Page iii - I have caused divers of them to be translated unto me, that I might understand them, and surely they savoured of sweet wit and good invention, but skilled not of the goodly ornaments of poetry ; yet were they sprinkled with some pretty flowers of their natural device, which gave good grace and comeliness unto them...
Page 33 - Cynthia's praise, I wear her rings on holidays, In every tree I write her name, And every day I read the same. Where honour Cupid's rival is There miracles are seen of his. If Cynthia crave her ring of me, I blot her name out of the tree ; If doubt do darken things held dear, Then well-fare nothing once a year ; For many run but one must win, Fools only hedge the cuckoo in.
Page 57 - Scully ! thou false one You basely betrayed him ; In his strong hour of need When thy right hand should aid him ; He fed thee ; — he clad thee ; You had all could delight thee ; You left him ; — you sold him ; — May heaven requite thee...
Page 31 - Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love* are roots, and ever green. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees; And lovers...
Page 4 - For the stranger now rules in the land of the Gael. Where, where are the woods that oft rung to your cheer, Where you waked the wild chase of the wolf and the deer? Can those dark heights, with ramparts all frowning and riven, Be the hills where your forests wav'd brightly in heaven? O bondsmen of Egypt, no Moses appears To light your dark steps thro