Transactions of the Royal Society of Literature of the United KingdomJ. Murray, 1895 - English literature |
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... true and dignified national feeling there can hardly be too much ; it is one of the undying charms of Irish verse . But in its exaggerated form it makes a literature merely local , and ours will remain local unless our poets recognise ...
... true and dignified national feeling there can hardly be too much ; it is one of the undying charms of Irish verse . But in its exaggerated form it makes a literature merely local , and ours will remain local unless our poets recognise ...
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... true Irish manner . Some of these poems are highly poetical , particularly his " Outlaw of Loch Lene . " THE OUTLAW OF LOCH LENE . " O many a day have I made good ale in the glen , That came not of stream or of malt like the brewing of ...
... true Irish manner . Some of these poems are highly poetical , particularly his " Outlaw of Loch Lene . " THE OUTLAW OF LOCH LENE . " O many a day have I made good ale in the glen , That came not of stream or of malt like the brewing of ...
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... true ; He told me more love in an hour Than the squires of the county could do . Oh the marriage , the marriage ! ( First four lines again . ) " His hair is a shower of soft gold , His eye is as clear as the day , His conscience and ...
... true ; He told me more love in an hour Than the squires of the county could do . Oh the marriage , the marriage ! ( First four lines again . ) " His hair is a shower of soft gold , His eye is as clear as the day , His conscience and ...
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... true poetry . In the love ballad he was far more at home , and his " Old Story " will outlive all his other lyrics . His remarkable translation of " The Song of Roland " hardly comes into my sub- ject , but it reminds me that Irishmen ...
... true poetry . In the love ballad he was far more at home , and his " Old Story " will outlive all his other lyrics . His remarkable translation of " The Song of Roland " hardly comes into my sub- ject , but it reminds me that Irishmen ...
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... true poetry . Of the other lesser poets who flourished in the fifties I ought to mention the names of witty Charles Graham Halpine , Michael Hogan , a fierce satirist , and John Walsh , a schoolmaster like his earlier namesake , and a ...
... true poetry . Of the other lesser poets who flourished in the fifties I ought to mention the names of witty Charles Graham Halpine , Michael Hogan , a fierce satirist , and John Walsh , a schoolmaster like his earlier namesake , and a ...
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Page 106 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Page 114 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou art just.
Page 121 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 121 - Twas Presbyterian true blue, For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true church militant ; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun ; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery ; And prove their doctrine orthodox By apostolic blows and knocks...
Page 107 - Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
Page 120 - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet. Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet; And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good.
Page 109 - Nor thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun: If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, I heard a voice "believe no more" And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the Godless deep; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd "I have felt.
Page 66 - And Samson went and caught three hundred foxes, and took firebrands, and turned tail to tail, and put a firebrand in the midst between two tails. And when he had set the brands on fire, he let them go into the standing corn of the Philistines, and burnt up both the shocks, and also the standing corn, with the vineyards and olives.
Page 119 - He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl, And that a lord may be an owl ; A calf an alderman, a goose a justice, And rooks committee-men and trustees.
Page 125 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! 10 And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...