Notes of a journey in the north of Ireland, in ... 1827, to which is added, A brief account of the siege of Londonderry, in 1689Baldwin and Cradock, and Simkin and Marshall, 1828 - Всего страниц: 185 |
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Стр. 47 - I was born of woman, and drew milk As sweet as charity from human breasts. I think, articulate, I laugh and weep, And exercise all functions of a man. How then should I and any man that lives Be strangers to each other?
Стр. 87 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
Стр. 50 - Far westward lies an isle of ancient fame, By nature blessed, and Scotia is her name, Enrolled in books ; exhaustless is her store Of veiny silver and of golden ore ; Her fruitful soil for ever teems with wealth, With gems her waters, and her air with health ; Her verdant fields with milk and honey flow, Her woolly fleeces vie with virgin snow; Her waving furrows float with bearded corn, And arms and arts her envied sons adorn.
Стр. 127 - And as for what fell among the thorns, they are those who hear, but as they go on their way they are choked by the cares and riches and pleasures of life, and their fruit does not mature.
Стр. 101 - I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play, When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey. "Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky; Night and day thou art safe, — our cottage is hard by. Why bleat so after me? Why pull so at thy chain? Sleep — and at break of day I will come to thee again!
Стр. 163 - That King James II., having endeavoured to subvert the constitution of the kingdom, by breaking the original contract between king and people ; and by the advice of Jesuits and other wicked persons, having violated the fundamental laws and having withdrawn himself out of the kingdom, has abdicated the government, and that the throne is thereby vacant.
Стр. 85 - Scotland, or on the coast of Ireland, where they were miserably wrecked. Not a half of the navy returned to Spain; and the seamen as well as soldiers who remained, were so overcome with hardships and fatigue, and so dispirited by their discomfiture, that they filled all Spain with accounts of the desperate valour of the English, and of the tempestuous violence of that ocean which surrounds them.
Стр. 44 - Alas! regardless of their doom The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!
Стр. 180 - Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three For the love of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.
Стр. 69 - The Banshee is a species of aristocratic fairy, who, in the shape of a little hideous old woman, has been known to appear, and heard to sing in a mournful supernatural voice under the windows of great houses, to warn the family that some of them arc soon to die. In the last century every great family in Ireland had a Banshee, who attended regularly ; but latterly their visits and songs have been discontinued.