The Viceregal Speeches and Addresses, Lectures and Poems, of the Late Earl of Carlisle, K.G.McGlashan & Gill, 1866 - 483 Seiten |
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The Viceregal Speeches and Addresses, Lectures and Poems, of the late Earl ... J. J. Gaskin Eingeschränkte Leseprobe - 2022 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Address amongst beautiful Belfast believe blessing called CARAZES Castle Castle Howard character classes College connexion Const cordial Corn Laws county Dublin crops distinguished duty EARL OF CARLISLE Evan Evanthe Excellency exhibition favour feel genius Giust give glory Grace gratifying happy heart Heaven honour hope House improvement increase industry institution interest Irish labour land late live Lord Carlisle Lord Lieutenant Lord Mayor LORDS AND GENTLEMEN Lordship meeting Morpeth nature never noble o'er occasion peace Phran pleasure poet Pope present prizes progress propose Prosperity to Ireland Queen's Queen's Colleges Queen's University received respect Right Robert Kane Royal Agricultural Royal Agricultural Society Royal Dublin Society School sincere Sir Robert Sir Robert Peel speak spirit success sure thanks thee thou tion to-day toast town trust University whole wish Yorkshire
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 119 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Seite 388 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent: Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Seite cvii - In yon bright track that fires the western skies They melt, they vanish from my eyes. But oh ! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll? Visions of glory, spare my aching sight, Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Seite 119 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Seite 446 - I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in. imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.
Seite 382 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Seite 375 - Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest; The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Seite 378 - Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid; They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires ; The virgin's wish without her fears impart, Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart, Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
Seite 388 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam; Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood! The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line...
Seite 120 - As a wit, if not first, in the very first line: Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings — a dupe to his art. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; 'Twas only that when he was off he was acting.