The Irish Quarterly Review, Volumen3,Parte1

W. B. Kelly, 1853

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Página 399 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth ; Where on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell and fountain sheen. O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds...
Página 124 - HE that loves a rosy Cheek, Or a coral Lip admires ; Or from star-like Eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires : As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away ! But a smooth and steadfast Mind, Gentle Thoughts, and calm Desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires ! Where these are not ; I despise Lovely Cheeks ! or Lips ! or Eyes...
Página 147 - Among these unhappy mortals is the writer of dictionaries, whom mankind have considered not as the pupil but the slave of science, the pioneer of literature, doomed only to remove rubbish and clear obstructions from the paths through which learning and genius press forward to conquest and glory, without bestowing a smile on the humble drudge that facilitates their progress.
Página 175 - Whose wit, in the combat, as gentle as bright, " Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade...
Página 390 - The throssil whusslit sweet; The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to the trees. And we with Nature's heart in tune. Concerted harmonies; And on the knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi
Página 119 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Página 436 - And we felt our broadswords' edges, And we proved them to be true ; And we prayed the prayer of soldiers, And we cried the gathering-cry, And we clasped the hands of kinsmen And we swore to do or die ! Then our leader rode before us On his war-horse black as night — Well the Cameronian rebels Knew that charger in the fight ! — And a cry of exultation From the bearded warriors rose ; For we loved the house of Claver'se, And we thought of good Montrose. But he raised his hand for silence — "...
Página 121 - Twa bairns, and but ae heart ! 'Twas then we sat on ae laigh bink, To leir ilk ither lear ; And tones, and looks, and smiles were shed, Remembered evermair. I wonder, Jeanie, aften yet, When sitting on that bink, Cheek touchin' cheek, loof lock'd in loof, What our wee heads could think ? When baith bent doun ower ae braid page, Wi' ae buik on our knee, Thy lips were on thy lesson, but My lesson was in thee.
Página 175 - The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly kind companion ; and so let all young persons take their choice.
Página 436 - Soon we heard a challenge-trumpet Sounding in the pass below, And the distant tramp of horses, And the voices of the foe : Down we crouched amid the bracken, Till the Lowland ranks drew near, Panting like the hounds in summer, When they scent the stately deer. From the dark defile emerging, Next we saw the squadrons come, Leslie's foot and Leven's troopers Marching to the tuck...

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