Transactions of the Royal Society of Literature of the United KingdomJ. Murray, 1895 - English literature |
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... often than is supposed they have succeeded in their poetical efforts , and we have even a great poet or two . It VOL . XVII . B one . will not do for English critics to complacently -Irish Poetry of the Nineteenth Century By D O'DONOGHUE ·
... often than is supposed they have succeeded in their poetical efforts , and we have even a great poet or two . It VOL . XVII . B one . will not do for English critics to complacently -Irish Poetry of the Nineteenth Century By D O'DONOGHUE ·
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... English critic who has recorded his opinion that Moore was hardly a poet at all . Without entering upon the unprofitable discussion as to why Ireland is merely " the mother of sweet singers , " as Pope calls her , and not something more ...
... English critic who has recorded his opinion that Moore was hardly a poet at all . Without entering upon the unprofitable discussion as to why Ireland is merely " the mother of sweet singers , " as Pope calls her , and not something more ...
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... English than the rest , yet its refrain is the only thing Irish about it : " As down by Banna's banks I strayed One evening in May , The little birds , with blithest notes , Made vocal every spray . They sang their little notes of love ...
... English than the rest , yet its refrain is the only thing Irish about it : " As down by Banna's banks I strayed One evening in May , The little birds , with blithest notes , Made vocal every spray . They sang their little notes of love ...
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... English than the rest , yet its refrain is the only thing Irish about it : " As down by Banna's banks I strayed One evening in May , The little birds , with blithest notes , Made vocal every spray . They sang their little notes of love ...
... English than the rest , yet its refrain is the only thing Irish about it : " As down by Banna's banks I strayed One evening in May , The little birds , with blithest notes , Made vocal every spray . They sang their little notes of love ...
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... English magazine " the Irish Keats . " John Francis O'Donnell , another poet of the period , was rather Tennysonian in his descriptive passages , but he did write some true poetry . Of the other lesser poets who flourished in the ...
... English magazine " the Irish Keats . " John Francis O'Donnell , another poet of the period , was rather Tennysonian in his descriptive passages , but he did write some true poetry . Of the other lesser poets who flourished in the ...
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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...