Landscape illustrations of Moore's Irish melodies (engr. by S. Rawle) with comments


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第 16 頁 - I come with humble heart to share " Thy morn and evening prayer ; " Nor mine the feet, oh ! holy Saint, " The brightness of thy sod to taint.
第 45 頁 - Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted, Like him, the Sprite, Whom maids by night, Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me. But while her eyes were on me, If once their ray Was turn'd away, O!
第 8 頁 - Nor a seat e'en so hallowed as this can impart The fancy and fire that must spring from the heart. So I rise, since the Muses continue to frown, No more of a poet than when I sat down ; While ROGERS, on whom they look kindly, can strike Their lyre, at all times, in all places, alike.
第 42 頁 - ... have seen excavated in the side of a bank, could not attract so many visitors. I and two young men who followed me, found it a very tight fit when crouched together in it : at the further end there is a sort of pillow and peculiar excavation made for the saint's head ; and the whole of the interior is tattooed with the initials of such as have adventured to come in.
第 7 頁 - Who has e'er had the luck to see Donnybrook Fair? An Irishman, all in his glory, is there, With his sprig of shillelah and shamrock so green!
第 34 頁 - The ruins of many ecclesiastical structures yet remain, and " the long, continuous shadow of the lofty and slender Round Tower moves slowly, from morn till eve, over wasted churches, crumbling oratories, shattered crosses, scathed yew trees, and tombs, now undistinguishable, of bishops, abbots, and anchorites...
第 46 頁 - And a party of soldiers, my lord, on the top of the cliff,'— ' What ! High-landers?' 'They were so, plase your lordship; and when they fired at Dwyer, he dived like a duck.' ' Yes; ducked, and so got off scot free? ' ' Oh ! 'twas all right enough with him; he was up again, winking his eye at the smoke.
第 45 頁 - O'Dwyer, I mean; and mighty proud he was of that same great O. Shure he would write it before his name so large that it looked among the other letters just like a turkey's egg in a hen's nest." " Very strange retreat for a rebel, with so much Orange liking (lichen) about the cliff?" " 'Tis true for you, my right honourable lord — and the Orange-men were near taking Dwyer.
第 34 頁 - reflect no light," and the sides being almost perpendicular, the gloomy shadows fling a solemn and broad repose over the Valley of the Seven Churches; — its ancient round tower, like the gnomon of a dial, marking to the pensive mind, by the motion of its shade, the quiet progress of days into the revolutions of centuries. With what a burst of natural eloquence does the Rev. Caesar Otway picture forth Glendalough ! — " Meet spot for contemplation wise...
第 33 頁 - Long before that period, however, the city had vastly declined in importance, having become — we quote from Ware — " waste and desolate, a den and nest for thieves and robbers; so that more murders are committed in that valley than in any other place in Ireland, occasioned by the vast desert solitude thereof.