Lady-bird, Том 1;Том 436

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Стр. 85 - With goddess-like demeanour forth she went, Not unattended ; for on her, as queen, A pomp of winning graces waited still, And from about her shot darts of desire Into all eyes, to wish her still in sight.
Стр. 26 - Castle-Connor's clans : Come with thy belted forestere, And I, beside the lake of swans, Shall hunt for thee the...
Стр. 135 - tis sure some power above, Which controls our wills in love ! If not a love, a strong desire To create and spread that fire In my breast, solicits me, Beauteous Amoret ! for thee. Tis amazement more than love, Which her radiant eyes do move : If less splendour wait on thine, Yet they so benignly shine, I would turn my dazzled sight To behold their milder light. But as hard 'tis to destroy That high flame, as to enjoy : Which...
Стр. 29 - High lift the banner of your pride ! But know that where its sheet unrolls, The weight of blood is on your souls ! Go where the havoc of your kerne Shall float as high as mountain fern ! Men shall no more your mansion know ; The nettles on your hearth shall grow ! Dead, as the green oblivious flood That mantles by your walls, shall be The glory of O'Connor's blood ! Away ! away to Athunree ! Where, downward when the sun shall fall, The raven's wing shall be your pall ! And not a vassal shall unlace...
Стр. 29 - Each hand down pow'rless fell, And go to Athunree !* I cried, High lift the banner of your pride ! But know that where its sheet unrolls The weight of blood is on your souls ! Go where the havoc of your kerne Shall float as high as mountain fern ! Men shall no more your mansion know ! The nettles on your hearth shall grow I Dead as the green oblivious flood, That mantles by your walls, shall be The glory of O'Connor's blood ! Away...
Стр. 1 - Where the violets lie may be now your home. Ye of the rose lip and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly ! With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine — I may not stay.
Стр. 27 - Of day-spring, rush'd we through the glade, And saw at dawn the lofty bawn Of Castle-Connor fade. Sweet was to us the hermitage Of this unplough'd, untrodden shore ; Like birds all joyous from the cage, For man's neglect we loved it more, And well he knew, my huntsman dear, To search the game with hawk and spear ; While I, his evening food to dress, Would sing to him in happiness.
Стр. 55 - A tendency to ennui," says our lady authoress, "joined to a craving for excitement, even of the most trivial description, is the disease of certain minds, and there is but one cure for it. Call it what you will ; self-education, not for this world but for the next ; the work of life understood ; perfection conceived, and resolutely aimed at ; the dream of human happiness resigned, and, in the same hour, its substance regained ; the capital paid into the next world, and the daily unlooked-for interest...
Стр. 218 - And then I met with one Who was my fate ; he saw me and I knew 'Twas love that like swift light'ning darted through My spirit ; ere I thought, my heart was won Spell-bound to his, for ever and for ever.
Стр. 204 - It is very easy to understand her. She is a headstrong girl, who has set her foolish heart on a piece of worldly dissipation and vanity, and you are a foolish mother, bent on indulging her.

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