Gaodhal, Band 22M.J. Logan, 1903 |
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Seite 48 - A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, Our stitching and unstitching has been naught. Better go down upon your marrow-bones And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather; For to articulate sweet sounds together Is to work harder than all these, and yet Be thought an idler by the noisy set Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen The martyrs call the world.
Seite 201 - The wind blows out of the gates of -the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away While the faeries dance in a place apart, Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring, Tossing their milk-white arms in the air ; For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and sing Of...
Seite 251 - I walked entranced Through a land of Morn : The sun, with wondrous excess of light, Shone down and glanced Over seas of corn And lustrous gardens aleft and right. Even in the clime Of resplendent Spain, Beams no such sun upon such a land ; But it was the time, 'Twas in the reign, Of Cahal Mor of the Wine-red Hand.
Seite 251 - I thrones And circling fires, And a Dome rose near me, as by a spell, Whence flowed the tones Of silver lyres, And many voices in wreathed swell ; And their thrilling chime Fell on mine ears As the heavenly hymn of an angel-band — " It is now the time These be the years, Of Cahal Mor of the Wine-red Hand...
Seite 40 - HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet : But I, being poor, have only my dreams ; I have spread my dreams under your feet ; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Seite 268 - Belgium, scourged them back to their own phlegmatic swamps, and knocked their flag and sceptre, their laws and bayonets into the sluggish waters of the Scheldt. My lord, I learned that it was the right of a nation to govern herself, not in this hall, but upon the ramparts of Antwerp.
Seite 140 - May of my bosom, Shine out on my soul, till it bourgeon and blossom; The waste of my life has a rose-root within it, And thy fondness alone to the sunshine can win it. Figure...
Seite 140 - O, thanks to the Saviour that even thy seeming Is left to the exile to brighten his dreaming. You have been glad when you knew I was gladdened ; Dear, are you sad now to hear I am saddened ? Our hearts ever answer in tune and in time, love, As octave to octave, and rhyme unto rhyme, love ; I cannot...
Seite 268 - I hail the sword as a sacred weapon; and if, my lord, it has sometimes taken the shape of the serpent and reddened the shroud of the oppressor with too deep a dye, like the anointed rod of the high priest, it has at other times, and as often, blossomed into celestial flowers to deck the freeman's brow. Abhor the sword — stigmatize the sword? No, my lord, for, in the passes of the Tyrol...
Seite 186 - Earl is sitting at the head, and his troopers down along in complete armor both sides of the table, and their heads resting on it. Their horses, saddled and bridled, are standing behind their masters in their stalls at each side; and when the day comes, the miller's son that's to be born with six fingers on each hand, will blow his trumpet, and the horses will stamp and whinny, and the knights awake and mount their steeds, and go forth to battle.