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Seite 84 - I cannot but highly esteem those Gentlemen of Ireland, who, with all the Disadvantages of being Exiles and Strangers, have been able to distinguish themselves by their Valour and Conduct in so many Parts of Europe, I think above all other Nations...
Seite 131 - Would give me life and soul anew, A second life, a soul anew, My Dark Rosaleen! O! the Erne shall run red With redundance of blood, The earth shall rock beneath our tread, And flames wrap hill and wood, And gun-peal, and slogan cry Wake many a glen serene, Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die, My dark Rosaleen!
Seite 130 - Woe and pain, pain and woe, Are my lot, night and noon, To see your bright face clouded so, Like to the mournful moon. But yet will I rear your throne Again in golden sheen; 'Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone My dark Rosaleen!
Seite 11 - Who counsels best? who whispers, "Be but great, With praise or infamy leave that to fate; Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place~
Seite 204 - It was the first time she had ever called him by his Christian name ; he wondered why, and she herself could not have told him at that time. She was still undecided whether she would reveal herself to him or not. "James," she said, when the maids were gone, " you go to Silcotes to-morrow ? How ? "
Seite 409 - Of thy remembering race : For their names are treasured apart, And their memories green and sweet, On every hillside and every mart In every cabin, in every street, Of a land, where to fail is more than to triumph, And victory less than defeat.
Seite 156 - I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore; I could not love you, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.