 | England - 1823 - 746 pages
...Lord, (Itosslyn?) which I never could look at, without being struck with the disproportion between How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining ! The strong rope of tate For this young neck is twining. My strength is departed ; My cheek sunk and sallow ; While I languish... | |
 | England - 1823 - 762 pages
...without being struck with the disproportion between How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining 1 The strong rope of fate For this young neck is twining....dance without tiring From morning till even, And the goal-ball I'd strike To the lightning of heaven. the gaunt figure of the peer, and the petty instrument... | |
 | Percy Society - English literature - 1844 - 324 pages
...patrician students of the University, where it is an established pastime." Mr. Callanan proceeds with some observations respecting the game, which, as they do...wilder. I'd dance without tiring From morning till even, " Irish for Clonmell. And the gaol-ball I'd strike To the lightning of heaven. At my bed-foot decaying... | |
 | sir Charles Gavan Duffy - Ballads, Irish - 1845 - 262 pages
...know not; but convicts, from obvious reosons, *ave been peculiar objects of sympathy in Ireland. • How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining! The...young neck is twining. My strength is departed; My chcuk sunk and sallow; While I languish in chains, In the gaol of Clonmala.* No boy in the village... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, Timothy Flint, John Holmes Agnew - American periodicals - 1846 - 882 pages
...' How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining 1 The strong rope of fate For (bis л uuiifj neck ia twining. My strength is departed, My cheek sunk and sallow, While I languish in chaina In the gaol of Cloninala, 4 No boy in the village Was ever yet milder, I 'd pl»y with a child,... | |
 | Jeremiah Joseph Callanan - English poetry - 1847 - 184 pages
...of the Tweed, particularly over golf, which he called " fiddling wi' a pick," but enough of this — How hard is my fortune And vain my repining ; The...young neck is twining ; My strength is departed. My cheeks sunk and sallow ; While I languish in chains In the gaol of Clonmala.* No boy of the village... | |
 | Ireland - 1855 - 1416 pages
...himself: so natural are the reflections, and so apparently unstudied is the entire soliloquy. How liard is my fortune And vain my repining ; The strong rope of fate For this young neck ia twining : My strength is departed. My checks sunk and sallow ; While I languish in chains In the... | |
 | Samuel Lover - Ballads, English - 1858 - 394 pages
...Such is the case in Italy ; and that fact makes Italy, at this moment, an object of European interest. How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining ! The...dance without tiring From morning till even, And the goal-ball I'd strikef To the lightning of heaven. At my bed-foot decaying My hurlbat is lying, Through... | |
 | Sir Charles Gavan Duffy - Ballads - 1861 - 264 pages
...as we call it in Ireland, a hurly. The do wrtption Strutt quotes from old Carew Is quite graphic.] How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining ! The...chains, In the gaol of Clonmala.' / No boy in the Tillage Was ever yet milder, I'd play with a child, And my sport would be wilder. I'd dance without... | |
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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... 
