Irish Literature, 第 2 卷

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Justin McCarthy, Maurice Francis Egan, Charles Welsh, Douglas Hyde, Lady Gregory, James Jeffrey Roche
John D. Morris & Company, 1904 - 4126 頁
 

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第 464 頁 - Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, Sir, Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers,' This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle. Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parishStocks for a vagrant.
第 413 頁 - Desmond — a thousand wild fountains Come down to that lake from their home in the mountains. There grows the wild ash, and a time-stricken willow Looks chidingly down on the mirth of the billow; As, like some gay child, that sad monitor scorning, It lightly laughs back to the laugh of the morning!
第 745 頁 - ve had wrongs To stir a fever in the blood of age, Or make the infant's sinews strong as steel. This day 's the birth of sorrow; this hour's work Will breed proscriptions! Look to your hearths, my Lords! For there, henceforth, shall sit, for household gods, . Shapes hot from Tartarus; all shames...
第 463 頁 - Needy knife-grinder ! whither are you going ? Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order — Bleak blows the blast ; — your hat has got a hole in't, So have your breeches ! " Weary knife-grinder ! little think the proud ones Who in their coaches roll along the turnpikeroad, what hard work 'tis crying all day, ' Knives, and Scissors to grind O...
第 464 頁 - Who in their coaches roll along the turnpikeroad, what hard work 'tis crying all day, "Knives and Scissors to grind O ! " Tell me, Knife-grinder, how you came to grind knives : Did some rich man tyrannically use you ? Was it the 'Squire? or Parson of the Parish? Or the Attorney? Was it the 'Squire, for killing of his game? or Covetous Parson, for his tithes distraining? Or roguish Lawyer, made you lose your little All in a lawsuit? (Have you not read the Rights of Man...
第 775 頁 - ... venal sheriffs returned packed juries to carry into effect those fatal conspiracies of the few against the many; when the devoted benches of public justice were filled by some of those foundlings of fortune, who, overwhelmed in the torrent of corruption at an early period, lay at the bottom like drowned bodies, while soundness or sanity remained in them ; but at length becoming buoyant by putrefaction, they rose as they rotted, and floated to the surface of the polluted stream, where they were...
第 463 頁 - Sun, moon, and thou vain world, adieu, That kings and priests are plotting in: Here doomed to starve on water gru — — el never shall I see the U — — niversity of Gottingen — — niversity of Gottingen.
第 743 頁 - And still do scorn, to hide my sense of wrong. Who brands me on the forehead, breaks my sword, Or lays the bloody scourge upon my back, Wrongs me not half so much as he who shuts The gates of honor on me — turning out The Roman from his birthright ; and for what...
第 803 頁 - IT is not Beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand, Nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair: Tell me not of your starry eyes, Your lips that seem on roses fed, Your breasts, where Cupid...
第 444 頁 - Thy cheek in the summer sun ne'er shall grow warm ; Nor that eye e'er catch light, but the flash of the storm. " A curse, blessed ocean, is on thy green water, From the haven of Cork to Ivera of slaughter...

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