Notes of a journey in the north of Ireland, in ... 1827, to which is added, A brief account of the siege of Londonderry, in 1689Baldwin and Cradock, and Simkin and Marshall, 1828 - 185 psl. |
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Notes of a journey in the North of Ireland, in the summer of 1827. To which ... Ireland Visos knygos peržiūra - 1828 |
Notes of a journey in the north of Ireland, in ... 1827, to which is added ... Visos knygos peržiūra - 1828 |
Notes of a Journey in the North of Ireland, in the Summer of 1827. to Which ... Peržiūra negalima - 2020 |
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admirable Antrim appearance arrived August Ballycastle Ballyshannon basalt beautiful Bengore bonnet of bonnie bonnie Dundee bridge Buncranna cabins cathedral church circumstance citizens of Londonderry coast Coleraine Colonel columns comfort command commencement Culmore Donegal Dublin Duke Dunluce Castle Earl edifice endeavour enemy enemy's Enniskillen erected Faughn favourable feet garrison gates GEORGE FITZGERALD HILL Giant's Causeway governor Hamilton handsome head hills honour horse hundred inhabitants Inishowen Ireland Irish Irish army island King James land Lifford look Lord Lough Erne Lough Foyle Lough Swilly Lundy ment miles morning mountains nature neat neighbourhood Newtown Limavady noble o'clock ornament passed pillars poor Portland stone possess present Promontory protestants regiment render residence respect river rock Rosen ruins salmon scarcely scene shore siege SIEGE OF LONDONDERRY situated soldiers stone Strabane surrender Swilly tion town troops village Walker walls wild Wright's Guide
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47 psl. - I was born of woman, and drew milk As sweet as charity from human breasts. I think, articulate, I laugh and weep, And exercise all functions of a man. How then should I and any man that lives Be strangers to each other?
87 psl. - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
179 psl. - twas Claver'se who spoke, " Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke; So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. " Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
127 psl. - And as for what fell among the thorns, they are those who hear, but as they go on their way they are choked by the cares and riches and pleasures of life, and their fruit does not mature.
101 psl. - I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play, When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey. "Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky; Night and day thou art safe, — our cottage is hard by. Why bleat so after me? Why pull so at thy chain? Sleep — and at break of day I will come to thee again!
163 psl. - That King James II., having endeavoured to subvert the constitution of the kingdom, by breaking the original contract between king and people ; and by the advice of Jesuits and other wicked persons, having violated the fundamental laws and having withdrawn himself out of the kingdom, has abdicated the government, and that the throne is thereby vacant.
85 psl. - Scotland, or on the coast of Ireland, where they were miserably wrecked. Not a half of the navy returned to Spain; and the seamen as well as soldiers who remained, were so overcome with hardships and fatigue, and so dispirited by their discomfiture, that they filled all Spain with accounts of the desperate valour of the English, and of the tempestuous violence of that ocean which surrounds them.
44 psl. - Alas! regardless of their doom The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!
180 psl. - Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three For the love of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.
69 psl. - The Banshee is a species of aristocratic fairy, who, in the shape of a little hideous old woman, has been known to appear, and heard to sing in a mournful supernatural voice under the windows of great houses, to warn the family that some of them arc soon to die. In the last century every great family in Ireland had a Banshee, who attended regularly ; but latterly their visits and songs have been discontinued.