The Dublin Penny Journal, Τόμος 1J.S. Folds, 1832 |
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... tell you a secret . Never sell Bear skins till you catch them ! " and so , giving Paddy a hearty kick , he bolted into the wood and disappeared ! " " Not a bad one either - but I must tell another about Byron and his bear : -His ...
... tell you a secret . Never sell Bear skins till you catch them ! " and so , giving Paddy a hearty kick , he bolted into the wood and disappeared ! " " Not a bad one either - but I must tell another about Byron and his bear : -His ...
Σελίδα 6
... tell me so ? " said he , " I thought all the world far and near , heerd o ' King O'Toole - well , well !! but the darkness of mankind is ontellible ! Well , Sir , you must know , as you didn't hear it afore , that there was wonst a king ...
... tell me so ? " said he , " I thought all the world far and near , heerd o ' King O'Toole - well , well !! but the darkness of mankind is ontellible ! Well , Sir , you must know , as you didn't hear it afore , that there was wonst a king ...
Σελίδα 7
... tell you , ' says he barrin the fairies . ' 6 " Oh thin , it was'nt the fairies , ' says Saint Kavin ; for I'd have you to know , ' says he , that I don't keep the likes of sitch company . " You might do worse then , my gay fellow ...
... tell you , ' says he barrin the fairies . ' 6 " Oh thin , it was'nt the fairies , ' says Saint Kavin ; for I'd have you to know , ' says he , that I don't keep the likes of sitch company . " You might do worse then , my gay fellow ...
Σελίδα 9
... tell them , that the wood - cut which graces the head of our page , was not done expressly for this number ? The simple truth is , that , not anticipating the unprecedented demand which exists for our first number , we did our country ...
... tell them , that the wood - cut which graces the head of our page , was not done expressly for this number ? The simple truth is , that , not anticipating the unprecedented demand which exists for our first number , we did our country ...
Σελίδα 13
... tell the truth . Did you ever in all your life change your seed , or did you ever steep your wheat before sowing ? " " Troth , Sir , I never did . It's not for the likes of me to be going after these new - fangled ways ; my father and ...
... tell the truth . Did you ever in all your life change your seed , or did you ever steep your wheat before sowing ? " " Troth , Sir , I never did . It's not for the likes of me to be going after these new - fangled ways ; my father and ...
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Σελίδα 36 - THE harp that once through TARA'S halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on TARA'S walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more ! n.
Σελίδα 318 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future, predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me, and from my friends, be such frigid philosophy as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the...
Σελίδα 231 - 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 166 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Σελίδα 166 - ... tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Σελίδα 32 - That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee stilL Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine ! Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine...
Σελίδα 231 - 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 32 - DEAR Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Σελίδα 48 - 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...
Σελίδα 236 - The chief bard of the head chorus began by singing the first stanza in a low, doleful tone, which was softly accompanied by the harp : at the conclusion the foot semichorus began the lamentation, or Ullaloo...