Autobiography of an Irish traveller

Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green & Longman, 1835 - 296 páginas

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Página 179 - He springs from his hammock, he flies to the deck; Amazement confronts him with images dire; Wild winds and mad waves drive the vessel a wreck; The masts fly in splinters; the shrouds are on fire. Like mountains the billows tremendously swell; In vain the lost wretch calls on mercy to save; Unseen hands of spirits are ringing his knell, And the death-angel flaps his broad wing o'er the wave! O sailor-boy, woe to thy dream of delight! In darkness dissolves the gay frost-work of bliss. Where now is...
Página 180 - On beds of green sea-flower thy limbs shall be laid, Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow, Of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made, And every part suit to thy mansion below. Days, months, years, and ages shall circle away, And still the vast waters...
Página 80 - Pour'd out profusely, silent : join'd to these Innumerous songsters, in the freshening shade Of new-sprung leaves, their modulations mix Mellifluous. The jay, the rook, the daw, And each harsh pipe, discordant heard alone, Aid the full concert ; while the stockdove breathes A melancholy murmur through the whole.
Página 79 - Along these blushing borders, bright with dew, And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers, Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace ; Throws out the snow-drop and the crocus first...
Página 179 - Now far, far behind him the green waters glide, And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes. The jessamine clambers in flowers o'er the thatch, And the swallow sings sweet from her nest in the wall; All trembling with transport he raises the latch, And the voices of loved ones reply to his call.
Página 179 - And the lips of the boy in a love-kiss unite With the lips of the maid whom his bosom holds dear. The heart of the sleeper beats high in his breast, Joy quickens his pulse— all his hardships seem o'er ; And a murmur of happiness steals through his rest — " O God ! thou hast blest me, I ask for no more.
Página 253 - You have given him dominion over the works of your hands; you have put all things under his feet, all sheep and oxen, and also the beasts of the field, the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea, whatever passes along the paths of the sea.
Página 178 - Then Fancy her magical pinions spread wide, And bade the young dreamer in ecstacy rise— Now far, far behind him the green waters glide, And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes.
Página 179 - Tis the lightning's red glare painting hell on the sky ! 'Tis the crashing of thunders, the groan of the sphere ! He springs from his hammock— he flies to the deck ; - Amazement confronts him with images dire ;— Wild winds and mad waves drive the vessel a wreck, The masts fly in splinters — the shrouds are on fire...
Página 213 - You gentlemen of England who live at home at ease, how little do you think upon " the dangers of this infernal hunting.

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