Gaodhal, Volume 23M.J. Logan, 1904 - Ireland |
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... Lord have mercy on me this day , " said Dinny , " and I just after walkin ' along side of it , and talkin ' to it the length of the boreen . " And thenceforth neither of them had any breath to spare for conversation until they at last ...
... Lord have mercy on me this day , " said Dinny , " and I just after walkin ' along side of it , and talkin ' to it the length of the boreen . " And thenceforth neither of them had any breath to spare for conversation until they at last ...
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... Lords during Thursday and Friday . The walls of the lofty apart- ment were covered from ceiling to floor with black cloth . In the centre of the room , under a canopy eighteen feet high , was the catafalque , festooned with sombre ...
... Lords during Thursday and Friday . The walls of the lofty apart- ment were covered from ceiling to floor with black cloth . In the centre of the room , under a canopy eighteen feet high , was the catafalque , festooned with sombre ...
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... Lord Lansdowne , their lineal de- scendant . 5 and 6. The White Knight and the Seneschal of Imokilly , represented by their descendants , through females , the Earl of Kingston and Sir Penrose Fitz- gerald . 7 and 8. The Graces ...
... Lord Lansdowne , their lineal de- scendant . 5 and 6. The White Knight and the Seneschal of Imokilly , represented by their descendants , through females , the Earl of Kingston and Sir Penrose Fitz- gerald . 7 and 8. The Graces ...
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... lord , Turlough O'Neill , to be acknowledged leader of all Ireland . The date is about 1567 A. D. The poem describes the quiet , peace and plenty accruing from O'Neill's just but rigorous rule : " So stern the sway of Ailech's King that ...
... lord , Turlough O'Neill , to be acknowledged leader of all Ireland . The date is about 1567 A. D. The poem describes the quiet , peace and plenty accruing from O'Neill's just but rigorous rule : " So stern the sway of Ailech's King that ...
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... Lord be his ! " When a man has shorn a sheep and has set it free , he waves his hand after it , and says : " Go ... Lord's day can , as Mr. Carmichael observes , be traced back to the eighth century . It is indeed merely a versified form ...
... Lord be his ! " When a man has shorn a sheep and has set it free , he waves his hand after it , and says : " Go ... Lord's day can , as Mr. Carmichael observes , be traced back to the eighth century . It is indeed merely a versified form ...
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Page 142 - A state also of equality, wherein all the power and jurisdiction is reciprocal, no one having more than another ; there being nothing more evident than that creatures of the same species and rank, promiscuously born to all the same advantages of nature, and the use of the same faculties, should also be equal one amongst another without subordination or subjection...
Page 7 - All were fat; and well they might Be in admirable plight, For one by one, and two by two, He tossed them human hearts to chew Which from his wide cloak he drew.
Page 62 - He knelt, and leaning on the chair He prayed and fell asleep; And the moth-hour went from the fields, And stars began to peep. They slowly into millions grew, And leaves shook in the wind; And God covered the world with shade, And whispered to mankind. Upon the time of sparrow chirp When the moths came once more, The old priest Peter Gilligan Stood upright on the floor. "Mavrone, mavrone! the man has died, While I slept on the chair'?; He roused his horse out of its sleep, And rode with little care.
Page 29 - So she couldn't but choose to go off to the dancing. And now on the green the glad groups are seen, Each gay-hearted lad with the lass of his choosing; And Pat, without fail, leads out sweet Kitty Neil, — Somehow, when he asked, she ne'er thought of refusing. Now, Felix Magee puts his pipes to his knee, And with flourish so free sets each couple in motion; With a cheer and a bound, the...
Page 69 - Within her swelling bosom white. My Irish wife has golden hair, Apollo's harp had once such strings, Apollo's self might pause to hear Her bird-like carol when she sings. I would not give my Irish wife For all the dames of the Saxon land; I would not give my Irish wife For the Queen of France's hand...
Page 69 - Must bow before their ladies' grace. Take all my forfeited domain, I cannot wage with kinsmen strife — Take knightly gear and noble name, And I will keep my Irish wife. My Irish wife has clear...
Page 196 - Banim and Griffin are gone, and I will soon follow them - ultimus Romanorum, and after that will come a lull, an obscurity of perhaps half a century, when a new condition of civil society and a new phase of manners and habits among the people - for this is a transition state - may introduce new fields and new tastes for other writers...
Page 29 - Half the parish is there, and the dance is beginning. The sun is gone down, but the full harvest moon Shines sweetly and cool on the dew-whitened valley ; While all the air rings with the soft, loving things, Each little bird sings in the green shaded alley.
Page 62 - The old priest Peter Gilligan Stood upright on the floor. "Mavrone, mavrone! the man has died, While I slept on the chair"; He roused his horse out of its sleep, And rode with little care. He rode now as he never rode, By rocky lane and fen; The sick man's wife opened the door: "Father! you come again!" "And is the poor man dead?" he cried. "He died an hour ago," The old priest Peter Gilligan In grief swayed to and fro. "When you were gone, he turned and died As merry as a bird.
Page 206 - Trevor, and many honest gentlemen lying in the Newry, can witness that some old women of those parts used to make a fire in the fields, and divers little children driving out the cattle in the cold mornings, and coming thither to warm them, were by them surprised, killed, and eaten...