Legend Lays of IrelandJohn Mullany, 1 Parliament-Street., 1870 - 155 páginas |
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abbey adjoining amongst ancient appear band barony Barrington beautiful beneath Blarney bright called castle caves celebrated chieftain church Clonenagh Cluricaune Connor's Cork Cove Cremogue Culdee Cullenagh currach demesne distant Dublin Dullahan Dunamase echoes elfin enchanted eyes fairy favourite Fear Darrig Fintan Florence gleam grave grave-yard green haunts heard hills Holy Cross Abbey Ireland Irish Island Killarney lake land last century Legend Leprechawn light lonely Lough Erne Lough Foyle Matthew West midnight mortal mountain Murrisk neighbourhood night NOTES numbers o'er ocean Ormond Castle parish peasant peasantry poem popular present priest Queen's county rath rise river River Barrow river Lee rock romantic round ruins scenery scenes seen shade shores side Sliabh Slieve Donard song sound Spike Island spirit sport spread sprite steed strain streams summit superstitions supposed towers townland tradition trees vales walls waves Whilst wild woods writer young Youth
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Página 152 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Página 58 - Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted, Like him, the Sprite, Whom maids by night, Oft meet in glen that's haunted.
Página 103 - Twas echo answered back ; For neither groom nor baying hound Were on the hunter's track In vain he sought the milk-white doe That made him stray, and 'scaped his bow ; For, save himself, no living thing Was by the silent haunted spring. The purple heath-bells, blooming fair, Their fragrance round did fling, As the hunter lay At close of day, Down by the haunted spring.
Página 113 - Hence it was necessary to give those performing such offices a diploma of good conduct, and it was accordingly declared "that the prosecuting and informing against Papists was an honourable service, and that all magistrates who neglected to execute these laws were betrayers of the liberties of the kingdom.
Página 9 - And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main, Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither And roars out 'Weel done, Cutty-sark!' And in an instant all was dark; And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, When out the hellish legion sallied. As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds assail their byke; As open pussie's mortal foes, When, pop!
Página 46 - Un trésor est caché dedans. Je ne sais pas l'endroit ; mais un peu de courage Vous le fera trouver ; vous en viendrez à bout. Remuez votre champ dès qu'on aura fait Tout : Creusez, fouillez, bêchez ; ne laissez nulle place Où la main ne passe et repasse.
Página 72 - Latini, et quo quemque modo fugiatque feratque laborem. sunt geminae Somni portae, quarum altera fertur cornea, qua veris facilis datur exitus umbris, altera candenti perfecta nitens elephanto, sed falsa ad caelum mittunt insomnia Manes.
Página 152 - ... that their house was all the ' sonsier,' as they called it, that is, the more lucky or fortunate, that such spirits resorted there.
Página 61 - Three monks sat by a bogwood fire ! Bare were their crowns, and their garments grey, Close sat they to that bogwood fire, Watching the wicket till break of day ; Such was ever the rule at Kilcrea. For whoever pass'd, be he Baron or Squire, Was free to call at that abbey, and stay, Nor guerdon, or hire for his lodging pay, Tho...
Página 94 - Haste ! for to-morrow's sun will see The hateful spell renewed for me; Nor can I from that home depart, Till life shall leave my withering heart. Sleep, my child! Sleep, my child ! for the rustling trees, Stirr'd by the breath of summer breeze, And fairy songs of sweetest note, Around us gently float.