The Harp of Erin: Containing the Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Dermody, Band 1Richard Phillips, 1807 |
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The Harp of Erin: Containing the Poetical Works, Volume 1 Thomas Dermody Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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agni bard beneath blest bloom blush bosom bow'r breast breathe bright brow charm cheek crown'd Damon dead dear death delight Dermody despair divine domino jam domino jam non domum impasti doth Ev'n ev'ry fair fame Fancy fate feel flame flow'r fond genius gleam glitt'ring gloom glory glow go home Gorlois grace hapless master heart heav'n honour Hudibrastic jam non vacat JAMES BLAND KILLEIGH meed mihi mind minstrel Mopsus mortal muse ne'er night numbers o'er pale Pity pow'r praise pray'r pride rapture rhyme rise rude sage scene shade shine sigh sight skies smile soft song sooth sorrow soul strain sublime sweet swell tear thee thine THOMAS DERMODY thou throng Thyrsis Tu quoque tuneful ulmo unfed flocks Vaucluse vex'd virtue warbling ween weep wight wild wind wont ye straggling younkers youth
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Seite 108 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Seite 109 - And further, his majesty professed, that were he to invite the devil to a dinner, he should have three dishes : first, a pig : second, a poll of ling and mustard; and third, a pipe of tobacco, for digesture.
Seite 272 - Ite domum impasti, domino jam non vacat, agni. Pectora cui credam ? quis me lenire docebit « Mordaces curas, quis longam fallere noctem Dulcibus alloquiis, grato cum sibilat igni [Auster Molle pyrum, et nucibus strepitat focus, et malus Miscet cuncta foris, et desuper intonat ulmo?
Seite 246 - RANK nurse of nonsense; on whose thankless coast The base weed thrives, the nobler bloom is lost : Parent of pride and poverty, where dwell Dullness and brogue and calumny : — farewell ! Lo ! from thy land the tuneful prophet flies, And spurns the dust behind in folly's eyes.
Seite 49 - O'er his dread fate my kindred spirit stands Smit with commutual wound, and Pity wrings her hands. Ah ! had some genial ray of bounty shone On talents that but lack'd its aid alone, Had some soft pennon of protection spread Its eider plumage o'er that hapless head, What emanations of the beauteous mind Had deck'd thy works, the marvel of mankind : Snatch'd from...
Seite 247 - While tears by turns and angry curses rend This injured breast, inglorious spot, attend (For spite of anger, spite of satire's thrill, Nature boils o'er; thou art my country still). Oh! pause on ruin's steepy cliff profound, Oh raise thy pale, thy drooping sons around, Exalt the poor, the lordly proud oppress, Thy tyrants humble, but thy soldiers bless. Worn by long toil, as if foredoom'd by fate To glut some pampered reprobate of state; Thy artists cherish, bid the mighty soul Of wisdom range beyond...
Seite 227 - For noble punch shall sweetly fill The thought sublime. By many wrong'd, gay bloom of song, Thou yet art innocent of wrong, Virtue and truth to thee belong, Virtue and truth; Though Pleasure led thy step along, And trapp'd thy youth.
Seite 196 - Thou warbledst thine own jealous pain ! But faithless my lover I found, And in vain to forget him I tried ; The linnet...
Seite 59 - Friendship from her healing store bestows A sov'reign cure each slighter scar to close ; And fair Devotion, brightly fleeting by, Unbars new portals to a purer sky, Whence seraphs, leaning from th' angelic quire, Invite to sweep a more than mortal lyre.
Seite 206 - Woe's me! no more shall younkers crowd About thy hearth, and gabble loud; Where thou, in magistracy proud, Nought humbly said: Alas! we never thought thee good Till thou wast dead. Though, by my soul! still sober, mellow, I ken'd thee aye a special fellow, Catches or psalm-staves prompt to bellow, O pious breedl I ween thou'rt fixt 'tween heav'n and hell: oh! Our comfort's dead.