Irish MelodiesLongman, Brown, Green and Longmans, 1856 - Всего страниц: 218 |
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Стр. xiv
... never regularly instructed in music , could play over the airs with tolerable facility on the pianoforte . Robert Emmet used sometimes to sit by me , when I was thus engaged ; and I remember one day his start- ing up as from a reverie ...
... never regularly instructed in music , could play over the airs with tolerable facility on the pianoforte . Robert Emmet used sometimes to sit by me , when I was thus engaged ; and I remember one day his start- ing up as from a reverie ...
Стр. xix
... never again to have any connexion with that paper ; and , as every wish of hers was to me law , I readily pledged the solemn promise she required . Though well aware how easily a sneer may be raised at the simple details of this ...
... never again to have any connexion with that paper ; and , as every wish of hers was to me law , I readily pledged the solemn promise she required . Though well aware how easily a sneer may be raised at the simple details of this ...
Стр. xxvi
... Never , my Lord . " " Did you ever hear of a proposition made , in one of these societies , with respect to the expediency of assassi- nation ? " " Oh no , my Lord . " He then turned again to Duigenan , and , after a few words with him ...
... Never , my Lord . " " Did you ever hear of a proposition made , in one of these societies , with respect to the expediency of assassi- nation ? " " Oh no , my Lord . " He then turned again to Duigenan , and , after a few words with him ...
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... never resign , Go , tell our invaders , the Danes , That ' t is sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine , Than to sleep but a moment in chains . Forget not our wounded companions , who stood ' In the day of distress by our side ...
... never resign , Go , tell our invaders , the Danes , That ' t is sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine , Than to sleep but a moment in chains . Forget not our wounded companions , who stood ' In the day of distress by our side ...
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... never shall cease , Erin ! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase , Till , like the rainbow's light , Thy various tints unite , And form in Heaven's sight One arch of peace ! " Between seven and eight hundred wounded men ( adds O'Hal ...
... never shall cease , Erin ! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase , Till , like the rainbow's light , Thy various tints unite , And form in Heaven's sight One arch of peace ! " Between seven and eight hundred wounded men ( adds O'Hal ...
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