The History of Ireland: From the Earliest Period to the Year 1245, when the Annals of Boyle, which are Adopted and Embodied as the Running Text Authority, Terminate: with a Brief Essay on the Native Annalists, and Other Sources for Illustrating Ireland, and Full Statistical and Historical Notices of the Barony of Boyle, Band 1
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Abbey of Boyle Abbot afterwards Alderford alias alluded ancient Annals of Boyle Annals of Inisfallen appointed Ardcarne Arigna Barony of Boyle Barrister Bishop Captain cartron Castle chapel Charles chief church Colonel compilations in aid Connaught Coote Cootehall County Mayo County of Roscommon County Roscommon County Sligo Curlew daughter demesne died ditto Dublin Earl eldest Elphin English erected estates Fearcal Four Masters grant half a quarter Henry King hill History Honourable horse Hugh intermarried Ireland Irish island issue James Killuken Kilronan Kingston lake lands late Leitrim Lord Lorton Lough Allen Lough Gara Mac Dermot Mac Dermott Roe manor married Meath monastery Moylurg Mulloy notices O'Conor O'Donnel O'Mulloy Oakport parish Parliament pedigrees peerage rectory Richard river Rockingham Royal Shannon side Sir Robert King stone Teigue Tenison Thomas Thomas Tenison tion tithes town townland Trinity Tumna vicarage Viscount Lorton volume octavo Weir wife William
Seite 54 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Seite 55 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Seite 55 - Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves. Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
Seite 55 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Seite 56 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, 180 And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Seite 55 - Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye been there — for what could that have done?
Seite 136 - Thus saith the Lord of hosts, Consider ye, and call for the mourning women that they may come; and send for cunning women that they may come: 18 And let them make haste, and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids gush out with waters.
Seite 55 - Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove a field, and both together heard What time the Gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the Star that rose, at Ev'ning, bright Toward Heav'ns descent had slop'd his westering wheel.
Seite 55 - O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, And all their echoes mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays.
Seite 190 - England, to account for his conduct, he " satisfied the King that all was not true that he was charged withal ; and for further contentment yielded this reason, that in policy he thought it expedient to wink at one knave cutting off another, and that would save the King's coffers, and purchase peace to the land. Whereat the King smiled, and bid him return to Ireland.