Brochure of Irish Achievements in Government, Art, Architecture, Literature and PoetryRollman & Achloss, 1913 - 155 עמודים |
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
6th century 885 PARK AVENUE Abbey Alfred Anacreon in Heaven ancient Irish archi architecture dates back artists Askeaton bards beautiful Boru brehon laws building built Byron Canute Catholic Celt Celtic Christianity Church Clan Columbanus Columcille Continent CORNER OF HOWARD County Clare Danes Dublin East England English Englishman Erin fact feet France Fursa Gaelic gave genius German glory Gothic style Goths Greek heart heaven historian impelled Ireland Irish poetry Irishman Italian Italy King Kuno Meyer land language Latin literature Lord melody MICHAEL Moore Moore's Music of Ireland nation never pagan PARK AVENUE CORNER Patrick patriot poems poet poetic pointed arch Protestant race religious style Rhyme river Roman Empire Rome Round Towers ruins Ruskin Saint Saxons says scholar School School for Scandal Scotland Shannon Solomon's temple song soul splendid style of architecture Tara Brooch tecture temple Vandals words
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 110 - And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
עמוד 109 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
עמוד 114 - THE BELLS OF SHANDON. With deep affection and recollection I often think of those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder, where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee ; With thy bells of Shandon that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee.
עמוד 125 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME OH! breathe not his name, — let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid; Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
עמוד 115 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ;w But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
עמוד 105 - When You and I behind the Veil are past, Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last, Which of our Coming and Departure heeds As the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast.
עמוד 105 - Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside, And naked on the Air of Heaven ride, Were't not a Shame - were't not a Shame for him In this clay carcase crippled to abide?
עמוד 105 - Yon rising Moon that looks for us again — How oft hereafter will she wax and wane; How oft hereafter rising look for us Through this same Garden — and for one in vain!
עמוד 113 - Lord." • How sweetly she bends o'er each plague-tainted face With looks that are lighted with holiest grace ! How kindly she dresses each suffering limb, For she sees in the wounded the image of Him!
עמוד 111 - OH ! native music ! beyond comparing The sweetest far on the ear that falls, Thy gentle numbers the heart remembers, Thy strains enchain us in tender thralls. Thy tones endearing, Or sad or cheering, The absent soothe on a foreign strand...