The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 5,Deel 1W. B. Kelly, 1855 |
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Pagina 56
... young to know the full extent of our misfor- tunes ; but , young as I was , I saw and felt a great change . My mother , in her early years , was an ardent book - woman . became poor , her time was too precious to admit of its being ...
... young to know the full extent of our misfor- tunes ; but , young as I was , I saw and felt a great change . My mother , in her early years , was an ardent book - woman . became poor , her time was too precious to admit of its being ...
Pagina 58
... young men , and its object appears to have been partly political and partly literary . At one of these meetings he read a story entitled Il Zingaro , which he sent to Johnstone's Magazine ; it was accepted and printed , and thus in his ...
... young men , and its object appears to have been partly political and partly literary . At one of these meetings he read a story entitled Il Zingaro , which he sent to Johnstone's Magazine ; it was accepted and printed , and thus in his ...
Pagina 59
... young man whom he had some short time previously taken into partnership ; besides he had fallen in love with a niece of the editor of one of the papers to which he contributed , and was anxious to discover some more certain means of ...
... young man whom he had some short time previously taken into partnership ; besides he had fallen in love with a niece of the editor of one of the papers to which he contributed , and was anxious to discover some more certain means of ...
Pagina 64
... young ; Sic love was never tauld in sangs , Sic sangs were never sung ! My hand is on thy heart , Alice , Sae place thy hand in mine ; Now , welcome weal and woe , Alice , Our love we canna time . Ae kiss ! let others gather gowd Frae ...
... young ; Sic love was never tauld in sangs , Sic sangs were never sung ! My hand is on thy heart , Alice , Sae place thy hand in mine ; Now , welcome weal and woe , Alice , Our love we canna time . Ae kiss ! let others gather gowd Frae ...
Pagina 66
... young ane's nest- To that land of love ; and my head was laid Again on my mither's breast . And , mither , ye took me by the hand , As ye were wont to do ; And your loof , sae saft and white , I fand Laid on my caller brow ; And my lips ...
... young ane's nest- To that land of love ; and my head was laid Again on my mither's breast . And , mither , ye took me by the hand , As ye were wont to do ; And your loof , sae saft and white , I fand Laid on my caller brow ; And my lips ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 574 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Pagina 574 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!— prophet still, if bird or devil! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this Home by Horror haunted — tell me truly I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead? tell me — tell me, I implore!
Pagina 574 - I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Pagina 200 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Pagina 574 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Pagina 576 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we — Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Pagina 579 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Pagina 579 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
Pagina 459 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Pagina 201 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings, He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.