Irish scenes, eighteen years ago: the journal of a visit to that country, by the author of 'Truth without novelty'.1847 |
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Abbey appeared Arklow arrived Avoca Ballybunnion beautiful beneath boat breakfast bright Bushmills cabin Castle Castle Howard cavern celebrated Christ Christian church cliff close cloth boards cottage dark deep descending distance Dublin earth faithful feeling feet foliage formed friends Giant's Causeway glen Glenà Glendalough Glin Glin Castle gloomy hand heard heaven height hills hour Ireland Irish Irish language Killarney Killiney labour lady LAKES OF KILLARNEY land light lofty look Lord Lough Lough Neagh loveliness lower lake Mangerton ment miles mist morning moun mountains Mucruss natural arch o'clock o'er passed prayer rain reached river road rocks rocky Ross Castle round rugged ruins scene scenery seat seemed sermon shade Shane's Castle shore side singular skulls skulls and bones spirit spot stands tain tion Tracts Turk vale valley village voice walked waves whilst whole Wicklow wild wind woods
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 106 - But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee; and the fowls of the air, and they shall tell thee: Or speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee: and the fishes of the sea shall declare unto thee.
Σελίδα 79 - Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.— Enter Musicians. Come, ho, and wake Diana with a hymn; With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear, And draw her home...
Σελίδα xvi - But whoso hath this world's goods, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?
Σελίδα 122 - On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear, cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days, In the wave beneath him shining! Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime, Catch a glimpse of the days that are over, Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time For the long-faded glories they cover!
Σελίδα 37 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Σελίδα 106 - Who knoweth not in all these That the hand of the Lord hath wrought this? In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, And the breath of all mankind.
Σελίδα 126 - Her Nazarites were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk, they were more ruddy in body than rubies, their polishing was of sapphire : their visage is blacker than a coal ; they are not known in the streets : their skin cleaveth to their bones ; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
Σελίδα 117 - FEAR YE NOT ME? SAITH THE LORD: WILL YE NOT TREMBLE AT MY. PRESENCE, WHICH HAVE PLACED THE SAND FOR THE BOUND OF THE SEA BY A PERPETUAL DECREE, THAT IT CANNOT PASS IT: AND THOUGH THE WAVES THERE OF TOSS THEMSELVES, YET CAN THEY NOT PREVAIL: THOUGH THEY ROAR YET CAN THEY NOT PASS OVER IT?
Σελίδα 131 - They were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their deaths they were not divided.
Σελίδα 104 - And gladness is taken away, and joy out of the plentiful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither shall there be shouting; the treaders shall tread out no wine in their presses; I have made their vintage shouting to cease.